#HE HAS FANGS. CLAWS. LONG EARS. RESTING BITCH FACE

[farceargon]

You wish you were as perfect as him.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

♡ fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

♡ part 1

Owner: ♡ BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ♡ JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ♡ HQ - Ukai Hyena: ♡ BNHA- Shigaraki ♡ JJK- Mahito ♡ HQ - Tendou Wolf: ♡ BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ♡ JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ♡ HQ - Sakusa Fox: ♡ BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ♡ JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ♡ BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ♡ JJK - Geto & Gojo ♡ HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ♡ BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ♡ JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ♡ HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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A lapdog at a farm - chapter 2

<-former chapter ~ AO3 link I will block any ageless blogs. Call of duty. Explicit, 18+, minors do not interact. read the tags. wc: 6181.

Farmer!John Price x Hybrid!Reader, hybrid! Kyle Gaz Garrick x hybrid! Johnny Soap MacTavish x hybrid! Simon Ghost, John Price x Nikolai.

tags: Rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working-dogs, punishments, mating cycles/rut/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn't dead but its dying, reader is a brat, knotting, animal tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, chubby reader, reader has a pussy

Author's note: reminder that reader is kinda a bitch at some points, thinking mean, unjustified things about our 141 once in a while. Unreliable narrators, my sinner. Apologies for any grammatical errors , the bad russian and such. So uh, this got waaay longer than intended so here you go. It will be a couple of days before the next chapter, so enjoy this snack for u all, my sinners.

chapter 2: Delivery from the Hybrid's Den!

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“I have a friend coming over for a while,” John softly said next morning, hand resting on your head, fingers stroking your long ears now and again,, “to help us with getting the boys settled.”

You were on the floor, half way beneath the kitchen table, snuggled up against Price’s leg, feeling much more needy, knowing the ‘boys’ as your owner called them, would be delivered later today or tomorrow. They needed to be chipped and Price had asked for a full health check from his vet, as well as vaccinations and dental care. John was a caring owner; the mere fact that he did this from the get go was proof of that. He had done the same when getting you, made sure that any recent wounds or scarring were taken care of - getting your teeth fixed and your nails checked.

You didn’t have much of your fangs left when he got you; your earlier owners had taken those, the memories still haunting you once in a while. They had done it without anesthesia, not even by professionals. Same with your claws, that wasn’t beneath your nails anymore, thanks to former owners as well. Price had gotten the wounds cleaned and fixed up; they had almost grown closed by now. For most of the time that you lived with John, he had made sure your nails were always done nicely, however you wanted them.

John was a good master. You loved him, more than you knew you should, desperate for his attention, acknowledgment and praise. You didn’t want to share him, not with these hounds he had decided to get…

… not with this apparent friend.

You didn’t answer with anything but a displeased sound, tightening your grip on Price’s pants; when he offered you another piece of sausage you were quick to eat it, licking at his fingers while he chuckled. For a moment your tail wagged, eating the food and pressing against his hand.

He couldn’t be serious - abruptly changing so many things? and you were just supposed to accept it? Finally, you replied.

“Do I know your friend?” You didn’t bother to seem excited in any way, your skepticism seeping into your voice like poison. Price took another sip of his tea, not commenting on it.

“You’ve met him before but it’s been years. First year I had you, I reckon. Remember Nikolai?” 

Nikolai. Nikolai. Different faces flashed for your eyes, trying to pinpoint who you had met that bore that name. 

“No,” you finally admitted.

“Can’t blame you, lass. You were a little mess when you met him.”

You let out a huff at his words, embarrassment making your toes curl. It was true, your mind was muddled when it came to the first half year or so together with Price. You had been wary of every single person, desperately acting out and having to wear a muzzle, slowly getting used to the gentleness and rules of John. How he was fair and didn’t change his rules, didn’t punish you without reason.

You heard the front door open, ears peeking up a little, a small bark leaving you on instinct.

“‘Morning,” Laswell called out, making you settle again with a huff. While Laswell was strict and sometimes a meanie, she wasn’t a threat. Only to you and John’s private time.

“Good morning,” John called out, “I’ve made coffee.”

“Ugh if I wasn’t a lesbian I would marry you,” Kate groaned happily, by now so comfortable with John that she simply moved to take a cup in the cupboard, helping herself to the coffee and some food. They had known each other when younger, that was all you knew. Their stories always changed when you asked.

“Morning puppy,” she greeted, leaning over to give you a small pat that you leaned into, tail wagging once more, “are you going to misbehave again today?”

“Hopefully not,” John hummed, picking up his tea cup once more, “Nikolai is arriving in a couple of hours.”

“Ah, your old crush,” Laswell mused happily as she sat down across the table, once again making you wonder how long they had known each other, “going to pull yourself together this time?”

Wait. Crush… crush? Your head whipped up to look at your owner and oh fucking hell, John fucking Price was blushing. You huffed, clearly not pleased at all with this new knowledge.

Wonderful, wasn’t that just fucking wonderful? Now he was going to abandon you fully, to run around being a lovesick puppy and playing with the new hybrids.

“Don’t tease me,” John answered, clearly embarrassed, a rare sight indeed, “that’s none of your business.”

Kate just laughed. You let out a grumble, trying to snuggle even closer to Price, practically clinging to his leg by now. Price returned his hand to your head, petting you once more, looking down at you. You returned his gaze, doing your best puppy eyes, letting out a little whine. He smiled at you, his other hand scratching you beneath your chin.

“It’s been years,” he mused and you were pretty sure that he wasn’t even talking to you, “he had to return to Russia. His mother passed away.”

Russia? A memory appeared in your mind. A small party. Champagne, treats. Praise from Price’s friends and colleagues, attention and love that you had basked in. Other hybrids that sent you longing and lustful looks. A tall, broad man with a loud laugh and a strong accent. Wearing a gold chain. Long hair, rough hands when he scratched you. He would almost make your owner shy with his teasing but he would shower you in love.

“Did I meet him at a party once?” You asked, “big guy, strong accent ? Wearing a gold chain?”

John laughed, “yes, that would indeed be Nikolai.”

Huh. It was not much you could remember about him. You remembered liking him, but despite that, you weren’t really interested in him getting here.

“He is going to help with Soap, Ghost and Gaz,” John then said, almost as if to convince himself that was why he was here. You rolled your eyes at their names. Not that you had any say, you were usually just called different pet names, but you no longer bore the name your mother had once given you. It wasn’t unusual for pets to get their names changed with every new owner. Your legal hybrid name, with John, was Daisy, even though the man rarely ever called you that. He called you so many other names, Princess, Darling, Sweetheart, Birdie and so on. But apparently he had decided not to change these working dogs’ names.

“Sure,” Kate answered with amusement in her voice, taking another sip of the coffee before adding, “whatever you say.”

Price didn’t answer with anything but an annoyed grumble.

“Those are stupid names,” you muttered. A sharp tug on your ear made you yelp, one of your hands grabbing onto his wrist to get him to let go of your furry ear. 

“Be nice, Princess. You’re going to behave, am I understood?” You didn’t meet his eyes, a little whine merely escaped from you.

“She just needs to be shown her place,” Laswell carefully said, John not letting go of your ear, much to your dismay, but he didn’t tug on it - just kept it there as a warning, “maybe they’re better at that.”

“Hopefully they’ll be better at it than me,” he muttered and you whined - the grip didn’t loosen and he didn’t look down at you.

“Nikolai is going to help with that too?” 

“He had ideas, at least.”

Fucking wonderful.

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Nikolai was the first of the four men that you already hated, to arrive. 

You stayed inside the house, watching John appear from one of the stables, almost lighting up at the sight of the man who exited the car.

He still looked like the old memory you had of him; big, long black hair and a grin on his face. He was taller than John but not by much, Almost seeming completely opposite to your owner. While John wore working clothes, a grey T-shirt beneath his blue flannel, dirt on his pants, Nikolai was wearing a pair of blue jeans, white T-shirt and leather jacket.

Even inside the house, you could hear the booming man that was Nikolai - he greeted your owner with a loud “John!”, before hugging him, even spinning him around. You couldn’t help but stare; John was far from small but the other man had swung him around like he had been a teenage girl. 

John was blushing like one too. The sight made you curious - just like you wondered how he and Kate met, you wondered how this Nikolai met your owner.

You couldn’t help but wag your tail at how happy they looked. Despite how you hated the idea of the man staying here, even just for a little while, you liked seeing John happy like this.

Then two pairs of eyes suddenly looked directly into the window, both staring at you. It made your ears tip back a little. Your tail kept wagging, eating up the attention. 

When they moved, you moved too - rushing towards the entrance, stopping in the doorframe to the living room. 

“My my, if it isn’t the famous puppy,” Nikolai mused, his Russian accent strong, eyes almost twinkling as he looked you up and down, “up to trouble, da?”

You huffed, crossing your arms, though you felt your tail betray you by wagging a little, “I’m never up to trouble.”

Both of the men laughed, making you growl a little. 

“Unruly - just like last time I met you!” Nikolai mused, looking over at John by his side, “you gave up on training?”

John shook his head, “don’t even get me started, mate.”

“You told enough over phone,” Nikolai answered, waving his hand at John while pushing his shoes off with his feet.

Ah. So he had talked about you with Nikolai already? The fact made you scrunch your nose a little. Maybe Nikolai was just as stupid as John when it came to realizing why you were upset.

Nikolai stepped into your personal sphere with no warning, almost backing you up against the door frame, making you panic and growl a little. Tail no longer wagging - you could see John tense up in the corner of your eye, but you were too distracted by the stranger.

“Nik—“

A part of you expected him to hit you - you had met plenty of strangers with your former owners, who didn’t even let you sniff their hand or anything. Some hurting you and —

He offered his hand. It didn’t hit you, but raised to your nose instead. You squinted at him, before taking a couple of sniffs, still not quite sure what to make of him.

“Don’t like you,” you growled in warning, showing your teeth a little, not even attempting to be polite. 

“You don’t like farm life yet, puppy?” He asked, tipping his head to the side, voice demeaning, stupid smile still on his face. You wanted to slap it off his face. “Stupid little puppy.”

Instead you chomped down on his hand, Price instantly scolding out your name, moving to drag you away. But Nikolai didn’t even flinch - didn't move besides laughing again. 

It made both you and John confused.

“If you want to hurt me, you would have to bite harder, Princess,” Nikolai crooned, “now let go.”

You wanted to piss in his shoes and rip his socks to pieces. Maybe scratch up that leather jacket of his. Yet you found yourself letting go of him, your teeth barely even having made a dent in his skin.

“Get your ass into your room,” John hissed, a redness in his skin that you weren’t sure came from embarrassment or anger from your action.

“No harm done, John,” Nikolai laughed; he scratched you behind your right ear, just a tad to the left and it was like your brain melted for a couple of seconds, your body reacted on its own, tail wagging and right leg moving as well, “she just attempt to be dangerous no?”

John let out a small sound that you weren’t sure  what to make of before he grabbed you by the collar and dragged you away from Nikolai, “and that’s the kind of behaviour I don’t want.”

“He was being mean,” you whined in self defense, unable to not follow the hand dragging you into the living room, “he almost dared me to!”

Perhaps an overstatement, but you already knew what was going to happen the moment that Price pushed you over the armrest of the couch, “I bit him to defend myself!”

“You will not, and I repeat myself, not bite my guests,” he pulled up your skirt and down your panties with such a quick movement that you didn’t get to point out that you didn’t care, one hand grabbing your tail; his other hand collided with your ass cheeks, once, twice and then a third time, before he snapped out, “got it?”

A defiant bark left you, because while you knew it was bad behavior, you also wanted to prove that you weren’t afraid of this Nikolai. You twisted a little, knowing your ass and pussy was basically on display for both men. 

The grip on your tail tightened making you cringe with pain, jaw tensing.

“Apologise.”

You shook your head in defiance, ears hitting your face. Price leant over you a little, hissing out, “I would advise you to apologize, princess. Now.”

A part of you knew he was upset because he liked Nikolai. If he actually had feelings for him, as Kate had pointed out and several things pointed towards, you knew he wouldn’t like being embarrassed too much. Your ass still stung a little.

You were the actual victim here, weren’t you? It wasn’t your fault he decided to change everything you loved and then accept that he had his lost love over, who immediately tried to push your buttons.

“‘m sorry,” you mumbled after two seconds.

“Louder.” John demanded, straightening up, so that you were no longer hidden.

"I'm sorry."

There was silence for a moment - then the sound of a lighter and as you dared to glance over at the bigger man, who was leaning against the door frame, you saw him staring right back at you, a lit cigarette now between his lips.

“Is okay, Lapochka.” He said, stupid smile still on his face.

With that John finally let go off your tail, pulling up your underwear and your skirt down, ignoring your whine. He didn’t even touch your pussy! Didn’t even give you some love!

You pouted as you looked over at them, sliding down from the armrest of the couch, hands going beneath your skirt to rest against your warm skin on your cheeks.

“Sorry Nik,” John once again apologized - as if it was him who John had just spanked! The audacity! You let out a little displeased bark.

“She usually doesn’t bite people,” he continued as he ushered Nikolai as if you weren’t right there, needing love and attention.

“Is okay,” Nikolai answered with a shrug, casting one last glance over at you, smirking for just a second, “some of it was my fault - wanted to see what she would do.”

Asshole.

“Room, princess - now.”

“But he literally ju—“

“I said now.”

“You’re being so fucking mea—“

“Crate then.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” You might have slammed the door to your room, growling as you plopped down on your big fuzzy dog bed. 

It was about 30 minutes later than you dared to wander from the room to the kitchen again, standing in the doorway, watching the two men talk. Eyes moved to watch you again, as you whined and got on your knees. crawling to the two men, shamefully settling between Price’s legs on your knees - tail carefully wagging, sending your owner a pitiful glance.

“‘m sorry,” you whimpered, knowing John was easy to sweeten up, “‘m sorry, sir.”

A hand moved down to scratch you, though it wasn’t John’s-  you carefully licked his hand, a pleased rumble leaving the guest.

“Smart one,” he muttered, giving your cheek a little pinch, “knows how to be sweet, da?”

“Always,” John answered, looking down at you with his usual loving eyes, “soft lass is hard  to stay mad at.”

“Perhaps you need some more company,” Nikolai pointed out, “I worked with military pets before, they’re much different than you, milaya.”

“We don’t need them,” you whined, having no idea what Nikolai had just called you, “John will forget about me, will be too busy, he –”

John’s foot ever so gently pushed against your stomach, “don’t start that again.”

“Just insecure,” Nikolai suggested, making you huff.

“Am not,” you argued, but you still nuzzled closer to John, starting to move your hands to his inner thighs, moving to look up the best you could, looking from under the edge of the table, sweetening your voice a little, “It’s just a mistake, that’s all.”

“Spoiled, that’s what you are, darling,” John pointed out, but he still reached out to gently pat your head, “however, the boys will be here in a couple of hours and there is nothing you can do about it.”

You whined pitifully at his words, upset that your clear dissatisfaction with them joining the farm wasn’t clear. It was like John didn’t want to realize at all that he didn’t need to stay out on this farm. He needed to go back to the city, to the fancy penthouse apartment, to the parties that lasted out to the late hours of the night, where you could gossip with all the other hybrids.

“Milaya,” Nikolai repeated again, rustling with something in his jacket that hung over the back of the chair he was currently sitting on, pulling a little package from it. You watched curiously, though trying to seem disinterested. That was until he opened it and the most wonderful, mouthwatering scent you had smelled in a while appeared and you instantly moved from between John’s legs to Nikolai’s, making your owner chuckle.

The piece of jerky looking meat that Nikolai held in between his thumb and pointer finger, looked simple but oh the smell of it made it known that it was good.

“You behave and let us look through papers now, da?” 

“Yes,” you said, unable to look away or stop your tail from wagging, “I’ll behave.” 

The moment Nikolai offered you the piece, you were on it, barely missing his fingers with your teeth as you stole it from his grip. Nikolai was chuckling, putting the bag back into his jacket, while you chewed, a pleased moan leaving you as you settled beneath the table. 

Hopefully these mutts would prove themselves too difficult - so that John would send them away again. You would happily wave goodbye to them. 

With the sweet aftertaste of the meat in your mouth and their soft voices discussing fences, you closed your eyes.

You weren’t going to help with the pack settling in - that was for sure.

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You barely got used to your owner’s crush, before there were once again new things happening. Kate appeared, greeting Nikolai like an old friend as well. You hadn’t figured out much about the man, other than he had worked with a lot of hybrids throughout the years. And with helicopters. However that all fit together, you didn’t know… didn’t really care.

The big truck that arrived a couple of hours later, stood out against the farm houses; a colorful logo was painted on the otherwise steel gray vehicle.

THE HYBRID’S DEN! helping owners find their perfect hybrid pet since 1960!

You remembered seeing their logos everywhere when you were sold to the auction, years ago. The auction houses and facilities had often felt like an intermission from your former life to your new; never knowing what was going to happen, treated with the minimal care, but kept healthy enough for the auctions. 

The staff wore the colorful logo on their black uniforms, exciting the truck a few moments later. You almost wanted to tell them to ‘get the fuck back into that truck and drive off’ again, but you figured it wouldn’t result in them actually doing so.

You kept your distance, standing on the steps of the front door - strategically keeping Nikolai between you and the closed metal crates that were inside the truck. There were nothing more than a few air holes in the boxes, from where some different sounds appeared. Barks and a growl or two, though they all sounded a little slurred. Nikolai moved, giving you a better look at them, as he joined John who was nodding along to some of the information, while looking through and signing some papers. Though you were mostly distracted by the crates, you could hear some of their conversation, catching words like sedated, muzzles, stressed. Your own trip hadn’t been nice either but a part of you wanted to point out to your owner that this only proved your point of this being a bad idea.

Some of the auction workers helped move the crates to one of the bigger empty sheds that Price had apparently been renovating without your knowledge. So apparently not so empty any longer. Not that it had been hard to do that, you ignored most of the different renovating and building jobs that both John and the helpers did.

Still… he could have told you. God, did your master tell you nothing anymore? It didn’t really help your mood, your growing annoyance clearly amusing for Nikolai if his smiles back at you were anything to go by.

Despite your repeated frustration with this entire situation and these new hybrids’ mere existence, you followed along inside the shed. It was nice… Isolated, with a tiny bathroom, an area padded with mattresses, which was clearly for them to sleep together, pillows, blankets… you wanted that too. Sure, you had loads, but this only made you want more, want more from Price, so that he could prove he still loved you. 

There was a radiator, several windows, lamps and electricity outlets. You scrunch your nose with displeasure. They didn’t deserve that. At least they weren’t inside the main house. 

There was a little notch in the other corner opposite the bed area, almost like a tiny expansion, another door next to it; it was almost like a small horse stall - a deep layer of hay covered the floor. You didn’t even step into the place, but you knew the hay would itch.

You wanted it. Not the itching of the hay, but the entire place, simply for the sake of having it, so that they couldn’t. Speaking of them, you watched from the main entrance as the metal boxes were opened.

The Belgian malinois and German Shepherd mix was the first one to stumble out of the box; he fell two steps later, directly into the hay, a deep sigh leaving him, eyes darting around. You could barely see him from the amount of people inside the stall. 

“It’s alright, Gaz,” Price comforted, while you stayed in the door, keeping his distance to the hybrid, “You’re okay, boy.”

Gaz didn’t answer, just panted a little, ears tipped backwards - his eyes looked a little blown from what you could see.

“When will the sedatives wear off?” Laswell asked one of the workers, but you didn’t look at them, eyes instead at the other hybrid. 

When you had arrived, you had been scared and angry, drugged as well. But you had been alone. While you grew up with your parents, in a nice enough place, you hadn’t seen them for years - and while you had befriended a lot of other hybrids throughout the years, you had never been a part of a “pack”. You were alone — but this Gaz wasn’t and a part of you envied him, even for that.

“In an hour or two,” the worker replied, pulling you from your deeper thoughts, “they weren’t too happy to settle down before we left. It was necessary.”

A small bark left the man in the hay. It was answered by the two other hybrids, who still hadn’t come out of their respective boxes. Nikolai gently tapped on the top of one of the boxes with a knuckle.

“Come join your friend,” the Russian suggested, voice not as loud as earlier.

A moment later the border collie mix, Soap, crawled out of his box, eyes instantly on Gaz, letting himself lay halfway on top of the other. A little growl leaving him, muffled from behind the mask. Not even a second later, Ghost got out of the last crate. The Great Pyrenees almost got on his legs, growling despite the muzzle and swaying from the drugs.

You watched the staff pull back the metal boxes, letting the hybrids get some space. Ghost didn’t stay on his legs for too long, eventually sitting down next to his pack mates, the lower half of his face hidden from view as he looked around the shed.

His gaze stopped at you; you were unable to sense the reaction from seeing you again, if there even was any.

“We’ll let you have some minutes, okay? Then we’ll take the muzzles off.” John gently offered, pulling the giant from the moment, so that he looked away, giving Price a small nod. Your owner was at the edge of the hay filled area but he didn’t step into it.

You stepped back, letting the staff members from the auction pull away the boxes, Laswell and another farm worker helping them. Nikolai looked from the pack, then over his shoulder at you, barely even trying to hide a smile.

Then he winked. You sent him an unimpressed look back, tipping your chin up a little, looking away from the three hybrids in the hay, pretending you weren’t curious about them.

Some more rustling in the hay and then a half croaked, “mah held hurts,” left Soap, voice a little slurred - you couldn’t help but look over at him. His accent was weird. His ears were tipped down, some hay already stuck in his hair. With the pathetic look on his face you didn’t understand how he was supposed to be a big bad soldier.

You weren’t being petty at all.

“It’s the sedatives,” John calmly answered the hybrid, who let out a big breath from behind the muzzle.

“If I take the muzzle off, will you behave?”

“We have water for you,” Nikolai added, keeping his distance - you kept him in between you and the dogs, not risking anything. You trusted the men to be able to defend themselves. But with no claws or fangs, you weren’t a fighter - more a runner. Even if you didn’t like running.

The two muzzled ones, Soap and Ghost, sent each other a look - but it was Gaz, half hidden beneath Soap, who let out a tired “please.”

Ghost gave a small nod then. John stepped into the hay, unhurried as to not spook them, and it was Ghost who tipped his head down first to let Price open the lock with a small key. The moment he was free, he smacked his cracked and dry looking lips. 

Clearly, the man had never heard of chapstick.

Though, much more apparent, where the colony of scars on his lower half of the face. Trailing from around the lips, one over the nose as well - cheeks and chin. As he smacked his lips, you saw he had lost a fang in the bottom of his mouth. It wasn’t just sanded down like yours, the tooth was fully missing.

Price repeated the action with Soap, the hybrid instantly opening his mouth wide with a yawn, his jaw even making a popping wound.

Nikolai appeared with three bottles of water from a little cooler in the shed - you didn’t have your own cooler, which meant you would be demanding one… not that you needed it but still — giving the hybrids each one, that was always immediately opened. Gaz pushed Soap away and sat up too, while John backed away.

“My name is John Price -we met shortly at the auction. I’m the owner of the farm and you will all answer to me. Got it?”

“Yes sir.” For a moment you were impressed with the three hybrids’ synchronized answers. Only a short moment however. They were probably just beasts trained to answer like that. Yeah, yeah, you could do that too, if you wanted. But you didn’t.

“This is Nikolai, my friend, he will stay with me for a while, helping you all to settle in properly. You will follow his orders too - as well as a mean looking woman, Kate Laswell, who will appear at some point.” Humour tipped into the last part making Soap snort and Gaz give out a half-slurred giggle, while Ghost just let out a grunt.

“And this,” Price suddenly turned over to you, looking a little amused from the distance you kept between all of them, “is my pet, Daisy.” 

“Well hellooo, bonnie lass,” Soap said, his tail immediately wagging, grinning at you, as he slurred, “aren’t ye a sight for sore eyes.”

Nikolai and John dared to laugh at his words, his rather pathetic attempt at being charming, while you growled, watching Soap get an elbow in the side from Gaz, while Simon just stared, almost differently than the scot, like a hungry beast. If you were fully inside the shed, you might be able to smell if they were turned on. Disgusting. 

“Come’ere, sweetheart,” John crooned, clearly pleased with the reactions from the men, while you scrunch your nose, tipping your chin up a little - giving it a shake to reject the command.

“Do not be like that, milaya,” Nikolai suggested, “thought you were going to behave, no?”

You just growled a little again, unable to help your tail go between your legs a little; you didn’t really want to be spanked again, but you didn’t really want to become acquainted with these hybrids either.

“My princess isn’t too pleased with you lot being here,” John calmly explained without taking his eyes off you - they were still all staring at you - as John raised a hand, making a ‘come-hither’ motion that had you swallowing some spit, “but she isn’t going to chase away any wolves, are ye, pet?”

You huffed, crossing your arms before stepping inside the shed. The scent in there was nice and clean, even with the vague scent of the newcomers, and you walked to John, stopping halfway hidden by him.

However, as John’s arm snaked around your soft waist in a strong grip, you whimpered as you were pulled forward a little, unable to hide behind him. Both Gaz and Soap were wagging their tails at you, while you tried ignoring the scent of the room the best you can.

“I’m expecting you all to get along - and not hurt each other too badly, understood?”

While the others answered in agreement you just hid your face in his shoulder, twisting a little in his grip.

“No playin’ too rough,” Nikolai added, “Puppy isn’t used to other hybrids.”

“I am!” you snapped, “Just not…”

The shed was quiet for a moment as you mulled over your next words. What to call them. Military dogs. Strays. Mutts, un –

“Not what?” Nikolai almost seemed entertained by your declaration and you looked away, before finally mumbling.

“... working dogs.”

Simon huffed. You shot him a sharp look that he didn’t really seem to be affected by, in any way.

“I’m sure you all will get along,” John just mused, before looking down at his watch, “A certain princess has become too bored now we’re no longer in the city -” he ignored your mutter of ‘have not’, “- and I can’t entertain her all the time. Mentally or sexually.” 

You whined with embarrassment, a little angry growl seeping into it, but Price didn’t really react, barely moved as you twisted in his grip, ignoring the grin of the several males in the house. 

“ - Now, I will leave you three to get acclimated a little. But, there are a couple of rules that I expect you all to follow, if not there will be punishments.”

Synchronized nods. You still twisted, digging your fingers into his arm to no avail - then a hand snagged onto your collar from behind, choking you shortly as you were pulled back, Nikolai pressing against your back. Now free, Price pointed to a little map over the area, that you hadn’t noticed on the wall.

“Your jobs will essentially be to help keep the place safe. We have had problems with wolves and foxes, and so has the neighbors, since there lives a bunch in the area. You three will help keeping them away and Soap will help around my sheeps and goats in particular, given you’re a herding dog–”

Soap nodded, tail wagging, all three dogs staring at the map intensely.

“- I will find other things for the two of you to help with as well, but your main focus will be on keeping the animals - and the rest of us - safe. One of the neighbors got some horses stolen not too long ago. I would like to avoid that as well.”

You didn’t even know that. What you did know, however, was the heat of Nikolai’s body behind you, keeping you close and tethered so that you couldn’t run off.

“Most of the wildlife will go away if intimidated, but at times you might need to attack them. I am not going to give you any firearms yet though,” John looked over at them, his voice  firmer than you usually heard it, “That will come along the way, if needed. We can discuss other weapons later on.”

The mere idea of John giving them any kinds of weapon made you want to throw up - or throw a fit. Had he gone fuckin’ mad?? giving them guns? They were going to shoot everyone, going to kill John and you. You really didn’t want to die.

“My farm includes these - and these fields. You will not and I repeat not, leave my land without a valid reason. There will be punishments if you do - you will all be given collars like another certain puppy–” all eyes watched you for a moment and though, you wanted to hide  your face in your hands, you didn’t, merely crossed your arms, ignoring the low laughter from Nikolai behind you, “that are fitted with trackers, so I will know if you do.”

Great. So hoping for them to run off wasn’t a possibility for now.

“Biting or attacking my staff in any way will result in severe punishments. You will lose privileges if you don’t do as told, without a valid reason. Is that understood?”

“Yessir.” 

“Good boys. Now, these upcoming days you will most likely be following me or Laswell around, while we get you in on all these. All dinners will be eaten in the main house and you will be given keys once I get them made one of these upcoming days. I will give you a couple of hours now –” Price looked down at his wrist watch, “Then call you in, an hour or two before dinner, so that you all can shower. Any injuries, allergies or anything that the Hybrids’ Den didn’t write down, that I need to know?”

They all shook their heads, behaving like synchronized swimmers in your opinion. 

“Good. You’re all free to relax here or explore the farm if you wish so, when the drugs wear off.” 

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As you entered the farm house, you shrugged off your jacket and abandoned your shoes in the entrance, not caring to clean up after you, ignoring John’s irked huff.

“Insane!” you declared, walking further into the house, “You’ve gone insane! You’re all going to forget about me and those horny knotted mutts will be all up in my business!”

You flopped down on the couch, face first, continuing your ranting into the fabric.

“I might as well barricade myself inside my room - Because I dont have a tiny house!! but guns! SURE ! give them guns!” Your voice was muffled, but you were, perhaps a tad dramatically, loud in your ranting. You could just make out whispering between the two men but you didn’t care… not until you were forced to, quite literally.

“Little puppy,” Nikolai’s accent was heavy - his body even heavier as he settled on the back of your thighs, a fist coming to rest next to your head, that kept his full body weight from you, “Throwing a fit again, da?” 

You could feel the slight bulge against your fat ass, making you swallow - and tail wag, hitting Nikolai against the thighs, making the man chuckle. John as well, who settled down with a cigar in one of the arm chairs opposite the couch. You didn’t even need to look to know that he watched as Nikolai tugged at your skirt.

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MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THE OBX CHARACTERS

— characters included : rafe cameron, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, jj maybank, john b. rutledge, topper thornton, pope heyward.

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RAFE CAMERON 𓂅

( word count: 159 )

alright so rafe is very ... rafe ?? 

anyways, he gives if he stayed in college, frat boy who only cares about the full kegs at the party in some random mansion, dancing under strobe lights, drunk off of laughing too much and the way your body was moving against his like their weren't other people around at all — not that any of them cared enough to take their eyes off of the people they were already directed to 

so with him, i'm thinking the most basic white boy that wants to see his girlfriend ( barely ) dressed up — let’s think doctor who lost his stethoscope before the night even started, madly in love with the nurse falling to his feet 

SARAH CAMERON 𓂅

( word count: 108 )

i see sarah as wanting to keep it pretty basic and cute with the halloween costumes — obviously, she has more than enough money to go out and buy something elaborate with flashing lights and special effect scars but she didn’t exactly feel like putting the whole effort in after helping wheezie with all of hers every year

so, she’s forcing you into a short dress with cheep ears and a drawn on nose and whiskers — or some wings from party city with an ungodly amount of body glitter so that she could be tinkerbell and you could be iridessa, silvermist, vidia ( whichever fairy you like most ) 

KIARA CARRERA 𓂅

( word count: 162 )

i can kind of see kie in the same sorta category as sarah with the whole preferring to dress basic instead of going on all out despite the money at hand but with her, she’s more of an ‘it’s a predictable costume but it’s cool that we’re doing it’ type …

so with her, i could totally see something where you dress up as dead / zombie cheerleaders — ripped uniforms , fake blood coming from scars on your forehead and limbs , bits of dirt from having to rise from the grave and claw through the ground all on your own just so that you could find your way back to each other in the afterlife 

messy hair made to look like you put too much hair spray and let it sit too for long ( it did actually , october thirtieth was a terrible day filled with teasing from the rest of pogues because you looked straight from a bad hair day in the 80’s )

JJ MAYBANK 𓂅

( word count: 101 )

i don’t know why but something about jj screams vampires — i can just envision the whole thing in my head, the cliche costume get up with the old fashioned clothing designs — weird frills, black, whites and, reds, contacts for added dramatic effect, painfully obvious fake fangs and of course, the fake blood which looked ( and was ) strawberry jelly. 

oh and you definitely use the excuse of “just staying in the halloween spirit” and “playing the role” to make out while everyone else is off trick or treating, playing a game or doing anything other than eating each other's faces. 

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE 𓂅

( word count: 161 )

okay so john b is a dumb bitch — let’s be honest

one night you were laying on his room floor a week before halloween, the slightest bit of tipsy from stealing some of his fathers beer but only to the point where you were both giggling like fools and not throwing up everywhere

the topic of costumes came up and how neither of you had yours yet so then the great idea popped up into your head to do a cheesy couples ones since you were … a cheesy couple that got made fun of at the multiple pet names that you made for each other ( majority not making any sort of sense ) 

so i’m seeing santa clause and one of his eleves ( john b. being the elf ) — it was a dumb decision on your part to not check the bags or recipes after getting it and trusting your drunken selves to get the “best halloween costumes ever seen”

TOPPER THORNTON 𓂅

( word count: 120 )

okay so topper is a basic bitch — let’s be honest

he’s put no effort into a halloween costume since last year of middle school when he deemed himself as “too cool” for it and that dressing up was for little kids. but at the sound of your voice practically begging him to just do a matching costume with you once just for this year — he couldn’t bring himself to say no

so now you’re roaming the streets in matching pink bunny onesies, topped off with the plastic nose you had bought along with it — deciding that if you just had to match, it had to be something subtle like this where he could easily say you just had the pajamas laying around

POPE HAYWARD 𓂅

( word count: 101 )

pope is one of the cheesiest people ever ( extremely affectionate ) — so he’s definitely going with one of those more stereotypical couples/best friends costumes out there without even letting you give any input …

so you’re going out as a box of cereal and him with a fake oversized knife with glue as a replacement to milk and plastic fruit loops dripping off of it

he alone sorta made sense but if you went to a house by yourself you’d get a scrunch of eyebrows and have to explain that you didn’t just go as a damaged box of cereal 

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Feral Animal

Pairing:  Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  Hi! I love your abo blog! I was wondering if you could write about Alpha!Kyotani with an Omega!Reader, where their first encounter catches everyone by surprise? Like, Reader has a traditionally alpha scent (like burning/smokey wood) and can usually get away with being mistaken as an alpha at first glance? It’s fine if you’re asks are full or you don’t want to do this but thanks for your time 😊 —Sno

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a gaurdian angel- or should we say, dog. 

Author’s Note: I love Kyoutani so much. Like he’s in my top three people I simp for. 

Requests: Open!

Kentarou Kyoutani

➵ No one gathered in your way when walked down the hall. You smelt strong enough to put them on edge. 

➵ Peoples hackles were constantly raised when you were around, and truthfully, you didn’t know why. 

➵ You were still you. You were still an omega. 

➵ You still ached to reach out for touch, to scent someone, to just have the smallest bit of attention from anyone that wasn’t Iwaizumi.

➵  You and he had met when you were young, and he took to being your personal guardian—since he was a year older than you.

➵  You were thankful for him and his friendship, but that was all it would ever be. You both tried dating in your first year of middle school (Dating being a loose term), but it was obvious you were better off as friends. 

➵ You both still hung out constantly though, and eventually he grew to be an older brother to you.

➵  When you got to high school though, you quickly realized that with Iwaizumi came Oikawa. You had known him just as you had known Iwaizumi, but the other male seemed to keep his distance from you.

➵ It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was keeping his distance with you. When you and Iwaizumi explained to him there was nothing between the two of you, nor would there ever be, he calmed down. 

➵ The fellow omega (Oikawa is an omega ass bottom change my mind. Unless it comes to requests. Then he’s an alpha for you :D) grew to be close with you as well and if one or the other was being idiotic you stepped in as the shoulder to cry on. 

➵ You were happy for them, truly, but you knew sooner or later you were going to be out of the picture.

➵  They were third years, and you were a second year. They had a relationship that ran deeper than any thing you could offer them.

➵ And that was okay.

➵ Facing the obvious, it’s clear that, because your best friends are those two dorks, you’re into volleyball. Or in the very least, know of it and how to play. Because of this, you’re elected manager.

➵  No more choice. 

➵ You don’t fawn over Oikawa constantly, you can handle Iwaizumi’s outbursts, you were calm with the first years, and you don’t put up with any fan girl’s bullshit. 

➵ You didn’t get the chance to refuse honestly.

➵ “I’m sorry, but unfortunately, Oikawa-Senpai is busy at the moment- “

➵ “Please, just- Let me see him! I won’t be long!” The Alpha pleaded, trying to appease to your sense of empathy. Unfortunately for her, that was dried up before the second girl even looked at you to ask the very same thing. 

➵ You were tired of girls, obviously not getting the hint, trying to confess their undying love to Oikawa every other day. How did they not see he was an Omega? 

➵ Yeah, he had suppressants out the wahzoo but, good golly, his mannerisms were all Omega.  

➵ Apparently this alpha though her and Oikawa would be the ultimate power couple.

➵ “Like I said before, he is busy. Any time you take up is time wasted.” You snorted, turning tail and shutting the gym door, ignoring the screech of anger behind it. You were used to it.

➵  Most times you locked them out, they’d throw a bitch-fit, turn and bad-mouth you to their friends for a few days. 

➵ They’d tease you for your scent—which was a, frankly lovely, pinewood and amber scent—and poke fun at you, saying how ‘you’ll never get an alpha smelling stronger than them” with a sneer. You’ve learned to ignore those types of girls.

➵ What you didn’t expect however, was for her to scream some more, banging on the metal door.

➵  It was ripped open in your moment of shock, making you turn on your heel to face her. 

➵ Her hair, though still relatively upkept, was frizzy with fly-a way’s running out occasionally, but her eyes were what scared you. 

➵ They were constricted to ball point bulbs that were locked onto you, fangs poking out as she snarled at you.

➵ Of course. Because why wouldn’t a feral Alpha be part of your day today?

➵ You growled yourself, trying to reign in your scent but it was getting harder and harder as she stalked closer.

➵ No one else was in the gym, as they were changing in the club room, but you figured you could handle her.

➵ You hoped at least.

➵ She tried pouncing on you, your arms quickly crossing in front of your face to shield yourself, but instead of an angry alpha trying to claw your eyes out, you merely got a gust of wind.

➵   Peeking open an eye—you couldn’t recall closing them, but whatever—you frowned at the face staring back at you.

➵  You hadn’t talked to him, personally, but you knew who he was. Kentarou Kyoutani. 

➵ He was incredibly strong, a worthy advisory, and worst of all…

➵ A ticking time-bomb of an alpha.

➵ He had the resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces, and the attitude to go with it. He had only said one word to you ever and it was ‘move’. His voice was gruff and angry when he said it, but his eyes softened when you looked up at him. 

➵ He waited patiently for you to gather your things before moving. That was the first, and what you thought, last time you’d ever see the alpha. He entranced you though, so you wouldn’t ever necessarily be opposed to seeing him again. 

➵ Just maybe not in this circumstance.

➵ Kyoutani held the alpha by the collar of her shirt, his lips poked up in a snarl with his canines gleaming dangerously in the sunlight

➵ . Contrary to popular belief, he’d only ever gone feral once in his life. His stepfather, an awful, awful, excuse for an alpha had raised a hand to his Mama.

➵  He refused to let anyone ever raise a hand to omega that day and stuck to his grits with it.

➵  Many people often feared him because of his careful eye and quick reflexes. 

➵ They claimed he was close to going feral because they never cared to admit they were planning on hurting someone. He didn’t care.

➵ At least he didn’t. When he saw you simply turn and close the gym door, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

➵ Maybe it was just the fact that you didn’t relent, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care or bend or submiss in the absolute slightest, or maybe it was the waft of the most calming scent he’s ever smelt before.

➵  He knew the other alpha’s scent, as she had practically reeked all over him while asking him for things Oikawa liked before he snapped on her, so this was all you. And he…liked it. 

➵ He hated scents that were too sweet or too ‘exciting’ in a way, but this? This was calming and euphoric all in one and he wanted to straight up bathe in it.  It smelt that good.

➵ He watched the alpha screech, stomping her foot—he could guess she was the very definition of daddy’s girl with her reaction to being told ‘no’—and before he could growl at her to leave, she was forcing open the door and snarling. 

➵ So, he dropped his bag and ran to make sure you were okay. His alpha pawing at him to hurry up. 

➵ He had felt the very same as they day he ran his stepfather out of his life, but this time…This time, he would be sure not to go feral. That would scare you and he couldn’t, wouldn’t risk that.

➵ When he got there, the alpha lunged and he had barely enough time to grab her. You looked shocked to see him, or maybe it was residue from when she broke into the gym, but you didn’t say anything.

➵  He took that as a good sign, turning tail and dragging her to where he dropped his bag. He grabbed it quickly, instead dropping her and rushing back to the gym.

➵  You closed the door behind him, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa quickly locking it. In the time, between Kyoutani dragging out the feral alpha you had the chance to text Iwaizumi, sending choppy and shaky, but succinct, messages to let him know what was going on.

➵  The rest of the team were on their way anyway, so they merely hurried their steps. When they turned to lock the door, you stopped them, crying for them to just wait for a minute.

➵ Kyoutani had run in seconds after your plea and the door was quickly shut. 

➵ Scents were going insane in the gym, but his was most discernible to you. He smelt scared.

➵  Before anyone had a chance to mention it though, he was turning to you and reaching for your face.

➵ you flinched but that didn’t stop him. His fingers were gentle, more so than you could expect from him, and he was so soft while turning your face to observe the damage. Iwaizumi tried to get close, but he was growled at as you were held to Kyoutani’s chest. 

➵  The team could only watch, flabbergasted, as you were hugged and scented by their mad dog. Even more so when you began laughing and purring, placing your hands around his neck.

➵  You whispered something (They were ‘Thank you’ and appreciation whispers) into his ear, making his shoulders visibly relax. No one could really understand what had happened, but they weren’t sure if they wanted to question it just yet.

➵ Well, most of team didn’t at least.

➵ “Aw, Mad dog-Chan! How do you know our little Chibi-chan?” Oikawa laughed, leaning off Iwaizumi as he spun a volleyball on his pointer finger.  

➵ Kyoutani grunted, abruptly pulling away, only to growl and pull you back when his alpha snarled. “Don’t.”

➵ “Wait- wait, wait. Hold on.” Hanamaki snorted, holding his hands up. “So you, Mad dog, most vicious alpha this side of the equator, just decided fuck it, and chose to not only save an omega you’ve never met, but then hog her? I don’t know, Mattsun, seems kind of sus to me.”

➵ “Very sus.” Matsukawa agreed, snickering. He yelped however, when Kyoutani turned to snarl at him, only for you to hold him back. Matsukawa had never felt more scared for his life in that very moment, and he owed you a whole ass chapel.

➵ It stayed like that for the rest of the practice, with you calming Kyoutani down ever time he needed a ‘time out’ and over time he got much better at controlling his anger.

➵ No one was surprised when you walked in two weeks later, a small, thin leather choker clipped on around your neck with a hand-made moon charm hanging from it.

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From my short attention span and my plot bunny form being overrun by rabid rabbits that's just begging to be let out-

Lucky Guy as The Fallen King of Dogwarts

Because this man is a glorified self insert due to his lack of lore and very minimal character traits. Seriously, give this man some lore and some more skins y'all are depriving him at this rate.

General Description

He'd definitely be on the taller side amongst the other survivors and a lot bulkier with muscles

Long hair tied like one of those dead moms you see in anime

Since he's mostly based off RenDog, he has wolf ears that are constantly raised to attention and a fluffy tail, though no one dares to touch it unless they wanna risk pissing him off.

Sharp fangs as well as short and well taken care of claws

He probably has that 19/7 resting bitch face (he needs that 5 hour beauty sleep)

Scars from the explosion! He does his best to cover them since he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable

He also has a scar from when Martyn hacked his neck so that he can become a red life, which he also hides

Really rocks that War Tyrant/King kind of aesthetic. His main colours are Red, Black, Grey and the occasional White.

He's got them shades to shield his eyes from the haters (He has sensitive eyes)

Headcanons

When he was first introduced, everyone thought he was a Hunter due to the vibes he gives off as well as the fact that he has them wolf like features and his scars

(Joseph was so happy over the idea of having a Hunter being shorter than him that wasn't Robbie or Yidhra's follower)

So imagine their surprise when he enters the survivor's side of the waiting room and plops down onto one of the chairs

Naib asked him if he realized that he entered the wrong side and Lucky replied, "Is this not the survivor's side? Because I'm pretty sure I'm a survivor." Cue the disk scratch soundtrack

He makes for a decent kiter and a good rescue

His traits include,

Howl To The Moon: Lucky is able to see survivors who're within 12 meters from him

King's Men: Movement Speed is increased by 3%/5%/7% the longer you kite the hunter and dropping pallets would decrease the Hunter's stun recovery by 8%

Bleeding Heart: Decoding speed and Healing speed decreases when a survivor is place on a rocket chair

He acts pretty aggressive and is very active when he's on the field

He seems very fond of Chasing Shadows as well as Duo Hunters, participating in as many as he can

Outside of matches though, he's relatively a chill person and is surprisingly friendly to both Survivors and Hunters

His favourite dish is Tempura and Fried Egg

He often has tea parties with Memory and would teach her "royal manners" if she asked him

Robbie likes playing tag with him since he's really quick despite his bulky stature and it's always fun trying to chase the other

Kreacher tried to steal from him, which is how he discovered that Lucky keeps diamonds in his pockets but the other merely handed him an emerald and took back the diamond he tried to steal, leaving the thief stunned (he can't craft any weapons with emeralds after all)

Yes, he works with Minecraft logic and it's hilarious

He likes to hang around the gardens and often naps under the trees

Friendships

So far he's managed to befriend Andrew, Naib, Helena, Wick (he wasn't able to befriend Victor yet since the other was terrified of him) and Mike

The Hunters he managed to befriend are Bloody Mary and Joseph

His friendship with Andrew mostly happened because his first meeting with the gravekeeper had been him falling into one of Andrew's burrowing holes

Andrew apologized profusely when he found Lucky stuck in his holes and helped pull him out

While he was pretty annoyed from getting stuck, he easily forgives the Gravekeeper when he apologized and invited him to join him to another of Memory's tea parties

He hits it off with Naib after the initial confusion of him being a survivor happened

They both the type who sought after peace and justice, even if their ideas to obtain it differs from one another

His friendship with Helena was built on the fact that they both spend a lot of time in the library

He'd follow her around a lot and she doesn't really mind it since she feels much safer whenever he's around. Not to mention, Lucky is such a kind person!

Mike had been curious whether or not Lucky had any dog like instincts and threw a ball at him, which the other caught almost immediately

It ends up with the two playing an intense game of fetch and promising to play again tomorrow

Mary was the one that gave him the tour around the mansion and since they're both royalty, they hit it off right away

Short kings stick together, or at least that's what Joseph thought before it was revealed that Lucky is a survivor, not a Hunter

He still gets along well with Lucky and they'd share their interests with one another

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Blue Moon - Part 2

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.) I apologize for how angsty this one got. I tried to mix in sass and fluff to lighten the load, but by nature, it’s just kinda heavy/heavier than the other parts. I promise the next parts have fluff abounding, mixed in with angst, of course. If you need to refresh yourself on the warnings for this story, this would be a good chapter to do so. It gets a bit graphic and dramatic, just like the show, haha! But just to be on the safe side, if you want to make sure, head to the masterlist to refresh your memory.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 2,105

Xxx

When you walked into the loft a few short minutes later, Derek’s alarm that someone was trespassing was blaring. He walked over to it and slammed his fist against it, stopping the blaring alarm and blinking light. His eyes searched the loft in the eerie silence that followed, only for the pack members to emerge from behind various walls with hands over their ears, or from out on the balcony. 

You couldn’t contain your giggle at Stiles’ especially pained expression of both annoyance and also fear that Derek would finally follow through on many years of threats. 

“What’s going on?” Derek boomed, and you snickered as more eye rolls were given than jumps at his loud tone and glowing red eyes.

He turned his gaze on you briefly, but you kept your spine straight. After having to sit through a nauseating phone call between him and Jennifer in the car the whole way over here, he deserved it. 

Taking a few steps further into the loft, you tossed down your duffel bag of clothes, inspecting the alarm box. “Damn, Derek. You almost dented the thing. What did it ever do to you?”

“Is this a bad time?” 

Turning at the voice that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you saw none other than Jennifer. You felt a growl brewing in your gut and you took a threatening step forward, fighting any physical evidence of being a werewolf for the sake of the pack. 

Derek was quick to blink away his red glow, but you noticed he didn’t really care if she saw it, and that pissed you off even more. 

Stiles came up and gently grabbed your elbow, tugging you back with the rest of them, not even flinching when you turned yellow eyes on him. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

Looking back, you met Derek’s gaze, once again red. He spoke slowly, but you lived with him and knew him well enough to hear the menace in his tone. “Back off.”

Taking her into the hallway and closing the front door behind him, Derek tried to talk her into leaving, promising to see her soon, and to add to your nauseating annoyance, they shared a brief kiss. 

Turning to Stiles, you hissed through your teeth. “She’s brainwashed him. I swear. No human sees that for as short a time as she has and doesn’t even flinch when an Alpha glows his eyes at her.”

“Why would she do that?” Stiles scoffed. 

“I don’t know. But she is an English teacher. If anyone can do it, it’s her.”

Stiles snorted a laugh. “Good grammar? That’s your argument? Oh come on, Y/N. Next thing you’ll be accusing her of being in cahoots with the Alpha Pack, or, or! Maybe, she’s the one ritualistically sacrificing people!” He was laughing loudly, bending over at the waist with the effort now.

“Oh, she’s something.” You huffed, looking at the still closed door. “For now, she’s just my least favorite bit-”

The door slid open to an angry looking Derek. He leveled his gaze on you, which you met with your own stare. 

“Is it gone?” you asked quietly, smirking almost imperceptibly. 

The rest of the pack meeting went by in a blur, the only things you gleaned from it was something about a club downtown to try and trap some Omega or something, and that Derek was an ass to you. 

Your friends filed out of the loft as you went to get changed for training, which you weren’t looking forward to. You knew Derek was going to kick your ass on purpose. 

As you made your way over to the mats to stretch briefly, eyeing Derek angrily the whole time, he ignored you. 

Rising to your feet, you shook your limbs to release any final tension you could and asked as calmly as you could, “What should we do as a warm up today?”

Before Derek could answer the alarm was blaring again, and your friends’ faces painted in fear was the next thing you noticed before a long clawed hand smashed the alarm box off the wall. 

Kali. 

Pointing a menacing claw to the balcony and looking at your friends, they all filed silently outside. “I can’t hurt any of you, Deucalion’s orders, so don’t test me.” Looking to Ethan and Aiden, she spoke gruffly. “Make sure they stay out there.” Looking to you with an evil smile, she took a step closer. “I want them to have a good view of what happens in here.”

Starting to circle you, she chuckled a little. “You want a warm up? How about me?” Her eyes glowed red before she launched at you with a snarl. 

You wrapped in her swiping arms, twisting with her until you could spin away and put distance between you again. “Fine by me,” you huffed, taking a deep breath and smirking. 

Circling one another, she sneered. “Little Beta, Derek’s precious little new one, you’re no match for me.”

“We’ll see,” you grinned, running at her and sliding between her legs set in a wide spread stance, kicking behind you to knock her knees out from under her, causing her to drop to them on the hard cement floor. 

Snarling, she pivoted back to you as you still smirked, rolling out of the way when she launched at you again, this time with a growl. 

You let yourself chuckle. “This is fun!” You glanced to Derek, ignoring his obvious want to jump into the fight. Looking back to Kali, you grinned brightly. “What else you got?”

She went to sweep your legs out from under you suddenly, but you easily jumped out of the way, jumping on top of her as her whole body was low to the ground in the attempt. 

Your hips straddled her waist, your knees pushing into her rib cage making it hard for her to breathe, and held her hands beside her head. “I win.” Your grin brightened. “Tag. You’re it.”

You could hear Stiles laugh in triumph outside the window, and you glanced at him. Kali took advantage of your momentary distraction and smashed her head into yours, loosening your grip on her, and getting to her feet as you staggered back, hand cradling your forehead. You felt the blood temporarily running down your face until your nose healed. 

Pulling your hand down to where the blood was and pulling it away to briefly glance at it, you twisted up your features and hissed at a smug Kali, “Bitch!”

Jumping and launching at her, you swiped to fake her out, grabbing her wrist when she blocked you and twisting it behind her as you also went over and behind her, landing with a thud on your feet firmly, and leveraging her with the arm firmly in your grasp over you to the floor behind you. Her hand still in your grip, as she tried to catch her breath, the wind knocked out of her, you grabbed her other hand and rolled her under your grasp just enough to pin her hands under her back, placing your whole weight on top of her now, straddling her thighs, knees digging into her sides and your hands holding her shoulders down, and thus also her arms. 

“Would you look at that?” you said in fake awe. “I did all of that without any claws or fangs.” You leaned in close to her face, letting your yellow eyes glow brightly. “But you didn’t really think I wouldn’t flash these beauties after taking down an Alpha, now, did you?”

The tapping of Deucalion’s cane came to the front door, followed by a droll, “Are you done, Kali?”

The rest went by in a blur. Somehow you ended up under Kali with your head being pinned down to the floor, along with your stomach being pressed to the floor by a heavy foot you soon realized was Ennis once she passed you off to go and do what she came to do to Derek. 

You were forced to watch in horror, the cries of your pack on the balcony drowned out after the first few, nothing but your heartbeat and Derek’s meeting your ears. You tried to calm yours down to help him also remain calm, trying to reduce the pool of blood spreading from the pole Kali had rammed through his chest. 

Your head pinned to the floor, you could only watch or shut your eyes, any struggle proving futile against the large Alpha. You didn’t dare close your eyes, you kept trying to meet Derek’s, but he kept them averted out of what almost looked more like shame than pain. The one time they did fleetingly meet, you forced a smile on your face, trying to coax one out of him, and you could have sworn the slightest twitch of his lips up was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in that moment.

He closed his eyes briefly at that point, and you kept the smile firmly on your face, though your voice was obviously broken, fighting back tears. 

“Hey, Derek,” you said quietly, not wanting to anger the room full of Alphas. It was already almost overbearing being the only Beta in the room. “Derek?” He opened his eyes and looked at you with a gentle smile and you decided that was even more beautiful than before. “Hey. I’m okay, Derek. I’m fine. So is everybody else.” You glanced at the balcony to show him what you meant before meeting his gaze again, smile still firmly on your face. It was purely to help put him at ease, because all you wanted to do was scream and cry and kick and beat an Alpha’s butt for doing anything to him.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. Well, you will be,” you chuckled, and he also let a small laugh pass his lips before he started coughing up blood, which made your worry rise. You didn’t think it could go any higher.

“Derek! Hey! Derek, it’s okay. We’re all okay. Just listen to him and we’ll figure it out.” He was having trouble breathing. “We always do.”

Tears started streaming down your face despite all your efforts, and you held back the ugly sob you felt brewing in your throat. 

His eyes snapping open after he took a labored breath through his nose, he glanced at you wide eyed, and you realized the pheromones had probably tipped him off. Damn senses. 

They finished their evil speech, pulled the bar from his chest, and released you, leaving you to scramble over to him at neck breaking speeds. 

They took the rod once in his chest and used it to lock the balcony door, keeping the rest of your pack out there, but they were all safe, and they just looked on through the window in silence. 

Cradling Derek’s head in your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair. “Hey, hey, stay with me. You don’t get out of this that easy. Stay awake. You need to stay awake, Derek. Stay with me.”

He reached up, placing a hand on your wrist limply, and you had flashbacks to just hours before in your house before he got the phone call. His smile weak, he gave a just as weak squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m stubborn, remember? You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

“Damn it,” you mocked, making him chuckle, and a little bit of color returned to his cheeks as he healed. 

His face turned somber. “You know what they’re asking me to do, right?”

You nodded. “I know what they’re telling you to do. And I know we will find a way to fix it. We always do. Plus, if you didn’t see, I’m a badass.” You grinned. 

He grinned as well, a soft chuckle passing his lips. “Yeah you are. That was pretty epic. Who taught you to fight? They must be pretty amazing. Like, almost as good as me.”

You laughed loudly, laying his head down on the floor again, softly, and ignoring his groan. “I’m going to let the others in so they can help me get you off this floor with the least amount of pain for you and clean all this up.” Realizing how much blood was on the floor, you went back to his face, resting a hand on his forehead and raking it back over his hair, resting it on top of his head. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Derek. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Both sentiments are mutual,” he huffed, smiling mischievously. 

Xxx

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Heated Encounters

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Chapter 21

Jordan sat at his kitchen table, blankly staring at the wooden surface as he waited for the scolding that was bound to come. He idly rolled a pencil between his palm, allowing the wooden writing instrument to gently roll between his thumb and pinky. The noises around him were muted at best, but the roar of his frustrations festered and grew as he sat and stewed over the suspension.

“—can’t keep doing this!” The man’s husky voice broke through the fog causing Jordan to stop his motions and peer up at the speaker.

“He’s just a boy; a teenager who can’t control his emotions.” The woman stated as she crossed her arms, her face visibly puffy and red from the tears. “The doctor said—”

“That doctor is an idiot!”

Jordan laughed out bitterly, the man stopping mid-thought to look and scold at him. “Don’t think we will let this slide, Jordan. You’ve caused us enough headaches to last us a lifetime!”

“Yeah, right.” Jordan rolled his eyes at the man, eliciting a scoff as he turned his head.

“You respect me...” He seethed; jaw clenched tightly.

“For what? You’re not my dad. You’re just some rich hussy my mom decided to marry just so she didn’t have to work another day in her life.”

“Jordan!” His mother cried out, clearly distraught over the lies her son was stating. “Pierre. You don’t believe that, right?”

Pierre stared at Jordan for a few heartbeats before turning his eyes away and softening as he peered at his wife. “Of course I know that, Michelle. It’s your son who believes that.” He said gesturing to the teenager who was screwing his lips up in disgust.

Pierre turned and looked back at Jordan, his eyes darkening in rage. “I love your mother and helped you with your legal problems, or did you already forget who helped your ass when you were threatened to go to jail for your ‘emotions’ taking over?”

“I didn’t forget.” Jordan relented, turning away slightly to hide his disdain.

“And the way you’re acting towards an omega that clearly has a mate is bound for trouble once again. Just look at your face! You’re littered with bruises and now you’re suspended for a week. Plus fighting with an alpha from the Agreste pack! What were you thinking? His father will have our throats if his injuries are permanent. Everything you have will be gone.”

“That asshole deserved it. He thinks he’s a golden ray of sunshine. And of course, he gets to be with an omega. Especially an omega as good as her.”

“And that is none of your concern, Jordan.” Pierre angrily cried out, clearly frustrated that this conversation was not going anywhere in the right direction. “You attacked an alpha while he was trying to take care of his omega—"

“She’s not his yet! I didn’t see a claim bite!”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“Jordan! Stop this!” His mother finally cried out, interrupting the feuding alphas. “We can’t—we can’t do this again!”

Jordan sat there, seething. He knew they were right. He knew he should ignore that need for claim. But when Jordan had something on his mind, he had to see it to fruition. He was going to make sure Marinette was his. His initial idea was to seduce Marinette when she went into heat, but her going into heat in front of Adrien only threw a wrench into his plans. But as long as what Lila had found out was true—that she wouldn’t be claimed this time around—and as long as Marinette was unclaimed until her next heat, she was ripe for the taking.

His eyes flashed with a thought and his lips lightly curled with fascination. Looking up to check the date, he mentally noted when her next heat was bound to come around.

He wasn’t going to let his past haunt him anymore. Once she was his, and Adrien finally Lila’s, that bitch can get off his back and no one would be none the wiser.

“We can’t keep doing this for you,” Pierre stated, slightly exasperated. “Once was enough, Jordan. I will say this once, and only once. If you try and claim that girl, like you did to that…” Pierre closed his eyes, holding in the burst of anger that ran through him as he thought over the last encounter, “that poor omega... then we won’t save you. You’re on your own.”

Jordan stared into the alpha’s steel-grey eyes, finally turning away as the man’s words settled in his mind.

Adrien stirred as he felt a weight shift against him. His eyes remained closed as he licked his parched lips, wondering if he remembered to keep a glass of water by his nightstand. He felt so comfortable and warm—a feeling that he hadn’t felt since his mother had died—and continued to chase that feeling that seemed to want to disappear. He furrowed his brow when the shifting weight stopped, and he assumed it was the feeling of Marinette shifting against him as she rested from their lovemaking.

He was close to drifting back asleep when her weight shifted once more, but this time it was accompanied by the feeling of pressed lips on his neck while soft fingers trailed into his locks. The sensation made him want to purr, and he was close to doing so before deciding to clear his throat to stop it before it could begin.

The familiar feeling of arousal ran through him as the simple pecks became more sensual. The delicate touch of her lips left him wanting more, and he clenched his eyes as she pressed her lips slowly down until she reached his collarbone. Her lips lingered there for a moment, licking and nipping the flushed skin as she allowed her nails to run across the nape of his neck with a ghost-like touch.

Adrien bit his lip as he relished in the feeling. He attempted to lift his hand in hopes to run his bare hand over her soft skin, but when Marinette began to slowly kiss her way back up towards his jaw, Adrien dropped his hand, choosing to lightly claw at the sheets with his fingertips instead. He whimpered as her tongue darted out and ran along his neck, but groaned out when it was followed by her blowing cool air onto the wet skin. She continued her torturous ministrations with a rotation of simple kisses, sensual licks, and warm nuzzles against his scent gland, and the multiple sensations made Adrien silently plead for her to end his misery. He was about to shift his weight when he felt her sharp fangs grazing his scent glad as lightly nipped at his neck.

The mixture of sensations caused Adrien to loudly moan out as her hands trailed down from his hair and over his cheek, slowly making the trek over the divots and muscles in his chest and arms. The movement paused, only for a moment, before soft lips made their way over to his. It was slow and loving with no hunger in sight, and Adrien finally wrapped his arms around the weight until he felt the smooth skin across his palms.

Finally realizing that this was not a dream, Adrien opened his eyes just enough to peer through his lashes, noticing that his mate looked immaculate beside him. Her porcelain skin looked flush as she took control of her desires, her raven strands pooling and gliding effortlessly across his chest as she continued her tedious movements. He relished in the feel of his mate teasing his skin, the tender kisses becoming hungrier as the seconds passed by. He could feel Marinette lift herself until she was comfortably on her knees, gaining a better position on her attack to his neck. He happily obliged as he turned his head just enough to give her more access to his neck.

Marinette whimpered out in happy delight at the reward for her tease, continuing her kisses as she ran her free hand over his chest. Adrien took that moment to gaze upon her body, relishing in the deliciousness of her smooth skin. He could see the swell of her ass, the athletic and toned muscle calling out to him to run his fingers across it. The calling was short-lived, as the feel of her fingers trailing down his torso took precedence in his mind. The slow movements became torturous, her fingers only running against the smooth skin on his pelvis yet never reaching the increasingly aroused member as she continued her ministrations.

Adrien groaned out as his cock twitched to be touched. She moved her fingers until it lingered at the base of his cock before she brushed her fingertips through his curls. He unconsciously gripped her hips, slightly bucking his own in hopes to show her how needy he was for her touch. She responded in kind, lightly gripping his length at the base as she decided on how she wanted to proceed.

Adrien’s eyes fluttered open; the half-lidded gaze followed her every move to see what she would do to him. The anticipation of her handling him caused him to bite his bottom lip, and he once again tightly clenched his eyes shut as she finally moved on to her chosen tease. Marinette ran the tip of one of her fingers languorously up his cock until she reached the tip, only to swirl the pad of her finger around the head of his dick excruciatingly slow. Not only was it slow, but it was sensually driven, and it was becoming increasingly harder to keep himself from sputtering all over her.

She swirled a few times before sliding her finger back down the length of his shaft, only to begin the motion once again. Marinette continued the tease, hoping that she could get him to the point of begging to unleash within her without a second thought.

“My alpha,” she purred against the shell of his ear and he whined in response.

She smirked as she watched him squirm under her palm before deciding that she tortured him enough. But the moment she stopped, the begging need to be bred broke through the fog in her mind, and she captured his lips with fervor.

He happily obliged, bringing his fingers to her hair and twisting the locks in his palms as he kissed her back with such passion that he could not wait another minute further. He rolled them both over until her back rested against the linens, and the silvery look to her eye only made him realize one thing: she wanted to be bred and she wanted it now.

He could never deny his mate that satisfaction.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he captured her lips once more, feeling her hips roll against his as her claws dug into his hips. He continued to chase her lips, nipping and sucking the swollen muscle as he ground against her folds. He could hear her breathy moan, his lips muffling the impatient whimpers as she tried to guide him to enter her.

Smirking against her lips, he leaned on his elbow and removed his hand from her hair, quickly bringing it to her clit and toying with the sensitive flesh. The sudden touch sent shivers down Marinette’s spine, and she tried to bury her face in the sheets as she moaned out in relief. Adrien ran his fingers up and down her folds, coating his fingers in her honey-like juices. He entered into her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her before removing them and rubbing her clit and hood methodically.

“Fuck.” Marinette screamed out, the coil building within her as he continued his repetitive motions. “Adrien. Please.” She begged, wanting that coil to snap so she could feel some relief.

Adrien could see his mate clenching her eyes, her fingertips digging into his biceps as she held on for dear life, and Adrien smirked as he could feel her walls begin to clench around his fingers. He added another two fingers into her core, thrusting quicker as he searched for the bundle of nerves that were nestled within her. A cat-like grin stretched across his face, her head thrown back in surprise as he bent his fingers and rubbed against the nerves.

It didn’t take long for her to fall into the abyss. She thrust her head back as she screamed out his name, praising him for the release. He continued to tease her nerves as she came down from her high, and she captured his lips as the relief quickly turned to desire once again. Adrien had little time to react, figuring that he still had some time before needing to release his own within her.

Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips, sucking off the juices that coated the digits. She whimpered as he did so, running her hand across her chest and down her torso until she reached her clit. Marinette rubbed her hood as her hips bucked in tandem, and Adrien bit his lip as he watched his mate fuck herself with her own hand. Her other hand was still wrapped tightly around his bicep, and she squeezed his muscle as she edged herself closer to another climax.

“Fuck.”

Adrien leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking the mound as he held the soft flesh in his hand. He ran his tongue around the areola, flicking his tongue against the pert peak, and sucking on it once more before releasing it with a wet pop. He watched her with a half-lidded gaze as he made his way to the other breast, sucking and playing with the peak before nipping at the sensitive flesh. He could feel her chest rising and falling as her hands made quick work to her clit, and Adrien could see she was drastically close as she screwed her eyes shut.

Pinching her nipples between his fingertips, he captured her lips once again, kissing her passionately as she hit her own peak, whimpering into his mouth as she fell down from the high. She let go of his lips as she removed her fingers from her core, slowly loosening her grip from his bicep until she let her hands fall to the sheets. She rested for a moment as Adrien kissed up and down her neck, before the insatiable need to be fucked by him hit her once again.

She stilled beneath him, a new wave of warmth filling her and flushing her skin. Adrien could feel the heat radiate from her body, and he stopped his tender kisses to look into her silvery eyes once again.

“My alpha.” She called out, running her fingers through his damp locks as he continued to hover over her.

“My omega.” Adrien whispered to her, feeling her shiver beneath him. He settled himself between her legs, lifting her hips up until his swollen cock brushed up against her folds.

“Please.” She begged and he quickly thrust himself in her. Marinette gasped out as she felt him fill her and she bit her lip as she felt the tip of his cock brush up against her sweet spot. She began to feel the familiar feeling of arousal build within her, and she moaned out as he began to thrust quickly and firmly against her.

“Fuck—Adrien. Keep—mph… keep going. Don’t stop. Ever.”

Adrien picked up speed once the words left her lips. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he nuzzled his face into her neck. He pressed hard kisses against her collarbone before licking and nipping at her mating gland. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, gripping the toned flesh of his arms as his thrusts moved into a roll. She let out a strangled moan, her grip tightening as the new motion caused her to writhe beneath him.

He decided he needed to switch his position, make her cum once more on her own before he could finish them both off. Lifting them both until he was kneeling before her, he quickly brought her legs up until her knees were resting over his shoulders and he rested his palms on her thighs as he held them close to his chest. He started to thrust slowly, ensuring that this position was okay for them both before increasing his tempo. His wary expression switched to one of satisfaction as a flurry of whimpers and moans spilled from her lips with each rock of his hips.

“A—ahh—Adrien!” Marinette cried out; her eyes clenched tightly as she bit her lip to hold back her cries.

Adrien noticed the familiar expression on her features and increased his speed until he felt her walls clench around him. She screamed out as she fell over the edge and he slowed down his thrusts until she came down from her high.

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she settled beneath him, and he let go of her legs to allow them to fall beside his own legs. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly until she was ready to go again. He knew she would need more, but he wouldn’t push her until she was ready.

Marinette opened her eyes as she pulled away from his lips, turning her head until her lips were perfectly placed beside his ear. “My alpha,” she whispered, nipping at his lobe to ensure she received his undivided attention. “Knot me. I want you to breed me. Fill me up until I can’t anymore.” He turned to gaze into her eyes; his mouth slightly open as she continued to plead. “Please. I need you.”

Adrien crashed his lips into hers, the desire running through him as her words of needing her alpha ran rampant in his mind. He wrapped one arm around her waist, kissing her on the lips once more before lifting her up and flipping her onto her stomach. She yelped out in surprise at first but whimpered when Adrien lifted her up onto her hands and knees before pressing his throbbing cock to the swell of her ass. She gasped, the anticipation flooding her as she waited for him to thrust his cock in her.

Adrien bit his lip as he guided his length into her core, groaning out as the warmth engulfed his cock. Gripping onto her hips, he began to thrust in her, starting off slow before increasing his speed. She groaned out as she gripped the sheets, pressing her face into them as he continued to drive her insane.

He ran his fingers across her ass, squeezing the muscle in his grasp. He could feel the coil build within him, and he knew he wouldn’t last too much longer. He leaned over her as he continued to thrust, running his hand over her hip as he blindly searched for her clit. He kissed her shoulder until he found it, pressing the pads of his fingers against her hood and teasing her further.

He could feel her walls clench around his cock as her body tensed up beneath him. She was close, and so was he, his thrusting becoming more and more erratic as he inched closer to his relief. He could feel his knot swelling and filling her, and it was all that was needed for her to orgasm one last time. She screamed out as he came, the soft linen muffling the harshness of the sound as she felt the waves of his warm pleasure fill her. His body bucked as he unleashed his seed, and he could see her gripping the sheets as a feeling of relief washed over her. He removed his hand from her clit and placed it on her belly, feeling it expand as he filled her completely.

  “Such a good omega.” He managed to get out between his heavy breaths, guiding her down to a prose position so they could cuddle within the sheets. He placed his arm underneath her head as he ran his other hand over her swollen abdomen, knowing this was what she needed to feel good. “You’re so gorgeous like this.” He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck before nuzzling his nose into her hair.

Marinette rubbed her nose into his elbow as their erratic breaths slowly leveled out as they came down from their high. She closed her eyes as she cuddled into his warm embrace, enjoying the feel of his knot settled within her.

She felt satiated for the moment, finally running her hand over her belly until she found his hand. She intertwined her fingers with his, sighing out in contentment as they laid there in silence. He hummed out in agreement as her happy pheromones filled the small space, and he continued to nuzzle and nip at her neck as they laid there relishing in the feel of each other’s company. But soon he shifted, much sooner than she would have liked, and she could feel his knot loosen before slipping out of her.

Marinette whined in the loss of heat, and she turned to face him with a cute pout on her face.

Adrien could see that her eyes were still that gorgeous silvery-blue color, and he understood that this meant that she needed more. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to fuck her senseless, to keep her going until she told him she needed rest, but he knew she was going to need more than just this, something to keep her going for hours at a time. He hoped that the next time she goes into heat, he would have his rut too, and they could keep each other going until they both had their fill.

“Mari…”

Her eyes were pleading, and the guilt that he couldn’t help her in that way started to eat at him. He could see that she wanted to continue being bred as many times as she could without bursting, and he sighed as he realized that the lack of rut was going to become a hindrance for them. He needed to just focus on keeping her satisfied until he could be the one to fuel her once again, and he remembered from their required classes that there were other ways to help satiate her in the meantime.

Adrien looked up at the clock and realized it was mid-afternoon.

“Hey. Why don’t we try to eat? You haven’t had anything since breakfast. You must be hungry.”

Marinette ran her eyes up and down his body, biting her bottom lip as she gazed at him with hunger in her eyes.

Adrien gulped, but he persisted. “Come on, love. We need to get you fed.”

“I’m only hungry for one thing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down until their lips were centimeters apart. “You.”

Adrien licked his lips as she nuzzled her nose against his, before she pressed her lips to the side of his mouth in hopes to lure him into another round of fun. He twisted to try to get her to stop, but she used his reluctance to rub her nose against his scent gland. He stilled as she kissed his neck sensually, nipping and licking his mating gland as she ran her fingers in his hair. His eyes shuttered close as he relished in the feeling and she took the opportunity to roll her hips against his.

He moaned out before clearing his throat and tried to pull himself back when he realized that her little tease wouldn’t get them anywhere. Marinette whimpered as her eyes pleaded for more, but when she looked down to gaze at his flaccid cock, she realized none of her coaxings helped in him in a second wave of arousal.

Adrien sadly sighed as the guilt continued to gnaw at him. He looked to the side in an attempt to shy away from her gaze, and his eyes landed on the closet doors instead. Remembering what was in it, he grinned, placing a sweet and tender kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be right back.”

He got up and made his way into the closet, opening up the drawers until he found the pink vibrator he happened to find a month ago. He turned it on to make sure it worked, closing the drawer with a happy smile on his face.

Marinette sat up when he noticed Adrien returning with something behind his back. He lifted his palm to her, holding the vibrator in his hand in hopes she would take the compromise.

“I’m going to make you something to eat, my love. But how about this to keep you going until I get back?”

Marinette looked between the vibrator and his eyes; the pout still evident on her face. She sighed, understanding even through the fog that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her desires. She reached out to grab it before a mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes.

She picked it up and watched as he smiled brightly over the choice, before taking the vibrator to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the pink toy from the base to the tip, before wrapping her lips around the piece and giving it one long suck.

Adrien watched as she removed it from her mouth, before biting her bottom lip while she gazed into his eyes, never once breaking eye contact as she turned on the toy and bringing the toy back down to run over her sex. He gulped, finally looking down at her pussy as she slid the piece between her folds. She laid herself back until her back hit the sheets, slowly inserting the toy into her core as a sensual moan left her lips. Adrien could feel a sense of his arousal returning as he watched his mate play with herself, but a knock on the door broke through his thoughts.

“What the fuck.” He mumbled and Marinette giggled in between her thrusts.

“Don’t be too long. I—mph—I don’t know how long… I’ll last.”

Adrien growled in frustration as he grabbed the pair of jeans that were laying on the floor. He put them on as he watched her, her slow movements teasing him throughout the process. He finally tore his eyes away from his mate, making his way through the bedroom door while a low growl emanated in his chest.

As he walked through the small living area, he mumbled to himself before a stale smell surrounded him, quickly realizing that he needed a shower from all the fuckary he had done today. As he opened the door, he noticed his father waiting for him with his back turned, his arms crossed behind his back.

“Father?” Adrien asked, both confused and annoyed at his untimely interruption.

Gabriel turned, smiling at his son. “Adrien. You’re awake. I tried coming by earlier, but I believe you were sleeping.”

“We were… Did you need something?”

Gabriel walked into the heat room, taking in a whiff of his son as he passed by him. He stopped for a moment, side-eyeing the teen before continuing his walk and his intended conversation.

“The two officers from earlier are here to speak with you and Marinette. That’s if she isn’t indisposed at the moment.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck as he thought over what to do, especially knowing that his girlfriend was currently indisposed and fucking herself with a vibrating dildo at the moment.

“Umm… Could you give me five minutes to get her ready?”

Gabriel was about to agree when loud moans filled the space, all coming from the open door to their bedroom. He quirked a brow at Adrien, watching the teen turn bright red as more moans could be heard.

“Are you not satisfying her—”

“Father!” Adrien interrupted, grabbing at his hair in mortification. He turned a deeper shade of red before readying himself for a response, but Marinette let out a fuck before moaning out a satisfying groan, finally ending it with Adrien’s name falling from her lips.

Gabriel stifled a laugh as he watched Adrien turn purple in embarrassment, breaking the embarrassing trance his son was in. Adrien looked at his father and practically shoved him out, mumbling a hundred little nothings the entire time. As soon as his father passed the threshold into the hallway, Adrien straightened himself up, looking at his dad straight in the eyes.

“Give me ten minutes. And don’t come in until I wave them in.” Gabriel nodded as he turned to the right, beginning his trek down to the foyer. “And dad?” Gabriel turned to look back at his son. “Don’t tell anyone. This stays between us.”

Gabriel nodded as Adrien shut the door, finally laughing in his own mortification at hearing his future daughter-in-law’s orgasmic outburst.

“I need to just listen to Nathalie from now on.” He stated to himself as he turned back down towards the foyer. “She’s always right.”

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Hey! Omg requests are open! Okay I've had this one in my head for ages so here it is! Could I request like a one shot or headcanons on how your of Emry met his s/o? I love him a lot and really need more content for him lol. As always I love your writing!

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Feral

“Fucking pieces of shit,” You cursed to yourself as you kicked a stray rock somewhere into the foggy void of the forest around you, “Why is it always me who has to go ‘find help’? If they had just stopped at the last gas station and filled the air in our tires they wouldn’t be bitching about anything because they wouldn’t be stranded!”

It was supposed to be you and your friend’s last road trip together and, now, it was simply you in the forest as you wandered along a path one of the guys had noticed hidden tight against the edges of the overgrown Louisiana brush. A drawing of straws and a few more rock, paper, scissors matches later had determined that you were the unfortunate soul to explore the singular dirt road in hopes that the end would find you either at a small town or a home with a working phone that could be used to call for a tow truck back to the town that was now far too many miles away for you to walk.

Not that this was any fucking better.

Your body shuddered, not only because of the humid chill that seemed to set itself into the mossy earth, but because of a... sensation of some sorts. A strange feeling that burned into your stomach as your eyes became all too aware of how dark it was getting. Of how heavy the air felt and how thick the world around you grew on your back as your shirt stuck to your body with the sweat of walking for as long as you had been.

A snap of a twig echoed somewhere behind you and birds cawed angrily into the background, making you stop and turn your head with wide eyes. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you gazed against the thick trees and shrubs that obfuscated your vision from any possible danger. Your breath shook as you promised yourself that it was just the wind. Just an animal moving through the underbrush and minding its own business as it foraged. 

Peter told you about how pigs were the most intrusive species in the south nowadays. That was probably all it was, right?

You stood in the forest, debating whether to keep moving or step back as you moved your feet back and forth with an unsure bite of your lip.  You didn’t like this. It was like you were being watched... no... more than that, maybe?

Maybe you were being hunted.

Your feet moved then, but you were unsure of what direction other than forward. Forward and away from the beady nothingness that seemed to overcome your senses and rage at the instincts in the pits of your stomach as you moved.  Your walk had slowly turned into a jog and now that was beginning to turn into a run as the mist nipped at your heels like hungry hunting dogs, barking and baring misty teeth at your skin as you hurried with hot, ragged breaths into the night.

Your foot caught on a loose branch, sending you tumbling forward as your ankle made a disgustingly loud cracking noise under the pressure of the sudden juxtaposition. You cried out, catching yourself on the palms of your hands and letting the rocks and twigs dig into the tender flesh as you lay there, breathing heavily as the world around you spun with adrenaline. The silence was deafening around you and you saw a single drip of sweat fall from the tip of your nose down to the floor, where the earth soaked it up with greedy desire.

A crack and a growl echoed around you, the heavy snort of something inhuman shuffling in the dirt made your stomach curdle like spoiled milk and you dared to look upwards with a swallow.

The boar standing before you was massive. You had seen pigs at the petting zoo before but this was not one of those cute, domesticated little things you fawned over so much as a child certainly. Its tusks curled in on itself, sharp and fierce to match the drool along the rest of its teeth. They were stained with what looked to be the trace remains of blood against dirt and your hands dug into the foliage beneath you as you tried to move your feet. The warnings about the aggressive wild hogs eating human flesh made your blood run still as you winced in pain against your clearly broken bone. 

The pig shuffled and snorted, its drool increasing as it caught your scent. Its squeal was painful on your ear drums as tears welled in your eyes. Was this how you were going to die? Your mind raced as you stepped back in terror, shuffling on your stomach in hopes that it, somehow, wouldn’t see you.

You didn’t have to.

There was an additional crack in the brush and a growl far more terrifying than the one the pig had squealed out reverberated in the depths of your mind. The shuffling of the earth increased at a fervent pace, as if matching your heart, and you barely registered the blur of a form that broke itself out into the clearing with you and your swiney captor.

The sound of the struggle would haunt you for the rest of your life, just as the sight would. A blur of a human had tackled the menacing creature down to the floor, wrestling vehemently as the pig squealed with anger and surprise. Matching that noise was a set of chattering teeth and snarling growls as the being raised a large, curved hook into the air and sunk its end into the pig’s flesh, making it scream louder as blood spurted out of an artery that the cool metal hit. 

It took you a moment of staring to taste the blood on your lips. To register the blurry vision of your gaze. To understand that the blood had spattered on you as the pig’s tusks gnashed and clawed with its own fight of frustration. The struggle lasted for longer than you could understand, time blurring together in your shock until you watched the creature - no, you corrected, the man - reach down with two hands and wrench the creature’s jaws apart, snapping them and its head with a sickening break of bones and rendering it limp in the darkness.

All was quiet then, save for the sound of the man’s breathing as he gazed down at the prey he had killed.

Shirtless and with long, tangled brown hair that molded with grit and blood at its ends, the being stood well over six feet tall. Though you could only see his back, you would be fool not to notice the definition of muscle in the shape of his back, each shape curved with years of athletic exercise and unstoppable power. Scars littered the back and curled around his side to the front, where a chain wrapped itself sturdily against his body. You guessed it was attached to the hook. You didn’t move. You didn’t breath.

The being lifted something off of his face and leaned down. You caught the faintest glimmer of a hungry, wide, and drooling mouth in the moonlight before he descended downwards.

Fangs pulled greedily at raw flesh. They broke through the thick skin and gristle of the dead boar and pulled at the tendons with a fierce movement of his jaw. More blood splattered across the being and he spit out the hunk of useless fur and unchewable skin before reaching down with a free hand and spreading the new wound open to gain more access to the meat beneath it, like a treasure trove.

Handfuls of that sickly copper scented flesh was scooped open and thrust into his waiting mouth. The forest echoed with the heavy, disgusting chews of something you were now sure was just as monstrous as the pig it had killed. 

What could you do? What should you do? Your mind panicked.

Slowly you shifted your body, seeing if you could at least crawl a decent length away from the sight before you. To somehow get back to your friends and the safety of your car and-

A twig snapped and his head snapped with it, his gaze forward as he finished a mouthful of raw flesh. You cursed under your breath as you tried to sit up.

The man slid something down his face this time before turning to face you, chest heaving with an out of breath echo as he grabbed your gaze with his own. 

It was a mask he was wearing, the design hand crafted and messy to say the least, with one eye hole that watched you with the careful deduction of a predator. Your stomach twisted and you didn’t move again, gazing into his eyes as well as the two of you sat there for a long, endless moment of quiet in the world.

“Um... I think it was... going to eat me,” You whispered out awkwardly as you pointed to the pig, “I... Um... thanks for... eating it instead?”

Another scalding silence. The man tilted his head, some of his messy strands of hair falling into his masked face as he did so. The action would have looked cute on a being that wasn’t holding a giant hook and dripping with fresh pig’s blood. You simply stared back into that bright, curious green eye that held your gaze like a serpent’s might its seductor. You felt like, if your mind would panic less, you might be able to have a telepathic conversation with this guy.

Then he started to crawl towards you.

His fingertips dug into the earth beneath them, his limbs suddenly far too long for his body as he made his way over on all fours like some sort of feral animal. Your fight or flight reflexes echoed again and you scrambled away, only to cry out in pain as your ankle reminded you of its painfully broken sections of bone. The scream did not make him pause in his movements. He did not stop until he was in front of you, the nose of his mask touching your own and his hot breath filtering around the edges of his mask and hitting you with humid gusts. You held your own breath, fearful of its effect as the scent of blood and gore overpowered your mind. 

A hand reached out, touching the ankle that was broken and giving it a squeeze. You cried out again as his hand tightened and then let go, as if experimenting. He tilted his head again.

“I... I broke it.” You whimpered out, shutting your eyes tight, fearing that your fate might be one shared with the pig’s who had made you run so fast. 

Instead you were suddenly weightless. Your gaze snapped open to find yourself above the ground, in the arms of the masked man who had previously terrified you. His hands smeared blood on your arms and gore soaked into your clothes as his entire form overwhelmed your own with its mere presence. You felt the cold of the chain and the hook dig into your flesh, giving you goosebumps as the edges of his bloody hair tickled your face and made you gag with its rotting scent. 

And suddenly you were carried off into the darkness of the woods with nothing but apprehension to keep you from screaming in terror in the grip of such a feral monster. 

[intoanothermind]

Omega - Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 2.511

- Stiles Stilinski

Masterlist

Kind of part 1

Kind of part 2

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I knew that arguing with Stiles would come to nothing. He knew I was upset, so his persistence in talking to me seemed to have tripled. I didn't want to see Stilinski any time soon after hearing about his involvement with Malia. I didn't want him to hear about my return to Beacon Hills, but Scott texted me for help with Liam. Scott was a good alpha, but he didn't deny that I had better control during the full moon - even though in the past few months my emotional has affected that.

“ Y/N...  Y/N, wait!” Stiles ran after me as I left the economy room. I ignored him. “ Y/N!”

I took a deep breath before turning to him. I ignored him for three days and he almost camped outside my house. I was afraid that he would exaggerate even more.

“What you want?!” I mumbled .

“You haven't spoken to me since you came back.” He muttered, scratching his neck. “I thought...”

I didn't absorb his words. Seeing his more mature face after months broke my heart and almost make me to cry.

“Forget it, Stiles.” I tried to keep my tone steady, but it seemed impossible. “It's no use. You better ... You better go look for Malia.”

Don't get me wrong, I loved Malia. But I needed to leave town after their involvement. Okay, he and I had nothing serious, but the pain was still there. It could be a coward move on my part, but I didn't want to subject anyone to my bad mood and my recent lack of control at the full moon because of it.

“What?!  Y/N, but I don't ...” He started, but I wasn't willing to listen.

I turned and walked down the hall, listening to him scream as he drew attention from everyone around us.

~ * ~

I entered the cafeteria at lunchtime and headed straight for the table where Liam sat with Mason, Lydia and Kira .

“Hi guys.” I spoke quickly as I sat down next to Liam. He hugged my shoulder and I smiled, leaving a kiss on my cheek.

“Look who decided to come back.” said Lydia, and I just opened a wry smile at her, but soon laughed together.

“I missed you.” Kira said in her sweet tone.

I gave them a yellow smile - those bitches knew why I was gone.

“I know it was torture for you.” I joked, trying not to let my discomfort show.

They laughed again and the conversation flowed between the five of us for the first few minutes. When I looked at the cafeteria door, however, I shut up immediately. Scott was coming towards our table, but with Stiles and Malia close behind. I swallowed hard, already predicting that I wouldn't be able to stay there for long.

“Well, I need to go to the library before the next class.” I said and stood up, hoping they wouldn't notice my subtle escape. “Liam, I'll be at Lydia's country house tonight. Don't worry, I will help you.”

Liam smiled at me and pulled me in for a quick hug.

“Don't mind them.” He whispered in my ear.

I took a deep breath before I could answer.

“It's harder than you think.”

Liam squeezed my hand before he left me. I quickly left the cafeteria, but I could feel Stiles's gaze on my back. I looked quickly over my shoulder - Stiles was just standing there, looking at me with a look full of regret.

~ * ~

I entered Lydia's country house and threw the backpack that had the floor at my feet in my hands. They were all together already and just seemed to be waiting for me. I looked away from Stiles and Malia and went over to Scott and Liam.

“Where can we go?” I asked, doing my best to control my voice. I could already feel the effects of the moon and when Liam gasped, I realized that he felt it too. “I want to get this over with.”

“In the beams outside.” said Scott.

I helped him take Liam there, as his transformation was already beginning to show. I managed to tie him to the chains just before I felt a twinge in my head and my pulse quickened. Kira, who came after us, held me up before I could fall.

“ Y/N , what's going on?” She asked, worried.

I didn't answer, I just stood as possible and went back to Liam. I started to tighten the chains around him, until he started snarling at me and trying to hit me. My rib was scratched and I pulled away, gasping for the pain and anger that was beginning to emerge. I held on to the side of my chest, not just to stop the blood, but as if it could help me maintain control.

“Melody?!” Scott asked, startled, and forced me to lift the face. When I did, I realized that my canines were showing and I could see him through the omega eyes that I had. “You were under control, what's going on ?!”

One more shot of pain in the side and I did my best not to attack him right there. The pain no longer made me human.

“That's why I left.” I gasped before continuing. “It started after.”

Scott knew what I was talking about.

I realized that Liam needed help.

“Help him.” I murmured to Kira and Scott before running towards the house, hearing them shout my name.

I walked into the room without caring if anyone was there. I threw myself on the floor next to the backpack I brought and tried to open it, but my hands kept shaking.

“ Y/N?” I heard the voice of Stiles and bit his lower lip to feel the taste of blood in my mouth. Unfortunately, what I wanted most was to tear his throat with my teeth. “Are you alright?”

“Morphine. I need morphine.” I snarled and noticed his shock by its smell.

I thought he was going to say something about it, but instead he stood next to me and checked every pocket in my backpack. I tried to focus on anything but the smell of his hormones and his pounding heart.

“You only have chains, Y/N. There is no morphine.”

My breathing was getting heavier. I avoided looking at his face as not to kill him at the height of my lack of control.

“Get out, Stiles.”

“I won’t leave you!” He took my arm, but I let go quickly, holding my head as if it would help me to control. “I won't be an idiot again!”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” I snarled, fangs piercing my lip. He held his arm again and the reaction was automatic. I jumped on him, making him fall on his back. I snarled and, to my surprise, Stiles didn't look scared. I took my hands off his shirt and crossed my arms, digging his claws into my ribs. “Please, Stiles, get out of here”, I whined.

Stiles sat down, holding me in his lap, and held my face with both hands. I was surprised to see that he wasn’t afraid of my transformation.

“I won't let you get away from me again.” He said, and he was too calm for a hyperactive and anxious boy. This, somehow, calmed me down a little and my breathing was no longer as heavy. “I blamed myself for a long time for you leaving, because I knew it was my fault. And I don't intend to make the same mistake again.”

I stuck the claws a little more in the ribs.

“Why are you doing this? I can kill you, I want to kill you.”

Stiles held my face more tightly and forced me to look him in the eye.

“Because I love you.”

I held my breath, my heart calmed down and managed to reverse the transformation. When he realized that I was back, Stiles held me in his arms. It was when I felt his warmth again that I collapsed. I cried for all the pain I felt when I heard of his involvement with Malia at the Eichen House, I cried for the loneliness that had almost choked me, and I cried with relief to be in his arms again.

“What happened to us?” I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“I ended it all, hurting the only girl who didn't deserve it.” He said, moving away from him and forcing me to look in his eyes. “I hurt the girl I loved the most and I hate myself for it. Do you think you can ever forgive me?”

My throat closed and I felt like I was about to cry. I nodded frantically, hugging him tightly afterwards. Stiles rocked me, hugging me as tightly as I did.

“I was your anchor once and I will be as long as I need to.” He murmured , stroking my hair. “I will help you, and you will control it again.”

I closed my eyes, lying on his shoulder and relaxing. Shortly afterwards I ended up sleeping, listening to him whispering comforting words in my ear.

~ * ~

I was waking up little by little, feeling comfortably warm. I blinked quickly, trying to locate myself. I was still at the cottage, but I was propped up against Stiles, with his coat over my eyes and his arms around me.

“What happened?” I asked, realizing the hoarseness in my voice.

“You slept.” He murmured, smiling tiredly as he put a hand on my cheek to caress it.

“And where is everyone?” I asked, looking around and realizing that we were the only ones in the room, leaning back on the wall.

“They went to sleep.” He shrugged. “After Malia and Liam calmed down, they went to the rooms.”

I studied his face well, noticing his deep dark circles, drooping eyelids and pale skin.

“And why didn't you go?” I asked, raising my hand to caress her face.

Stiles closed his eyes, as if he could sleep with just my touch.

“I said I would take care of you, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I could have sworn my eyes watered at his words. I settled myself better against his chest and placed my face in the gap in his neck, breathing in his woody scent that soothed me so much. Stiles held me tighter in his arms, and I felt like I could stay there in that comfort for the rest of my life.

“Come on, Stiles, get up.” I mumbled as I walked away from him.

“Why?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes, looking sleepy.

“I'll take you home, you need to sleep.” I said, ready to get up if it wasn’t for him holding my hand. I frowned. “What is it, Stiles?”

Stiles didn't answer until I was on his lap again. He quickly held my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. I relaxed almost instantly, barely aware of the tension I felt before that. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me when he deepened the kiss. His hands came down to my back and I felt a shiver go through my body. I left him breathless and gasped, still feeling my heart racing.

“What was this?” I whispered .

Stiles laughed lightly as he sealed our lips lightly.

“I couldn't wait any more without those lips.” He murmured.

I blushed, which made him laugh more. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and got up quickly. I helped him up before we saw Scott appear in the living room.

“Is everything okay here?” He scratched his eyes, sleepy. “You guys aren't killing each other, are you?”

I looked at Stiles, giving him a mischievous smile and amused myself by seeing him bewildered.

“N-no . We were j-just ...” He stammered and I ended up laughing.

“I was going to take him home, he didn’t sleep at all during the night.” I replied instead of Stiles, pulling him away. “Bye, Scottie, see you later.”

I took Stiles to his Jeep before Scott could say anything. I held out my hand and he watched my palm as if trying to decipher.

“The keys, Stiles.” I demanded, and he grimaced, even though he was sleepy. “I won't let you drive like that. Come on, give me the keys!”

Stiles took the keys out of his pocket and placed them over my hands, even if he didn't want to. I got into the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition, but I didn't turn. Something was burning in my throat to be said, and when Stiles settled in the passenger seat, he decided that he should soon quench my doubts.

“Stiles.” I got your attention, settling in to face each other. He had a downcast expression, but he paid attention to every word I said. “Y- you ...” I swallowed, trying to pluck up courage. “Love me?”

Stiles sat up straight, studying my face so carefully that I felt ashamed.

“Y/N, I want you to listen carefully.” He asked, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. I focused on my hearing, and trying to prepare myself emotionally for what I might or might not hear. “I love you, Y/N, not Malia. That was a mistake, and if I had known that you would leave because of that, I would never have made it.”

The only acceleration I heard was from my heart. Stiles was being sincere.

“And ... Lydia?”

Stiles smiled slightly, but his heartbeat didn’t change.

“Even less. Like I said, it's you!”

I relaxed automatically, taking my hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. This one, unlike the others, was calmer and more emotional.

“Let's go home.” He murmured when we parted, while I turned on the ignition and moved the Jeep. Soon after he held my right hand, interlacing our fingers, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Yeah, let's go home.”

[nobodyeverasked]

again; han jisung

3316 words - large

Summary: Sometimes you don’t realize how much you had until you lose it.

‘See you soon <3’, was what the text from Jisung - Y/N’s boyfriend - said, delivered almost an hour ago, right after school. Y/N could never get tired of Jisung’s texts that always sent pleasant shivers to run down his spine, ones that would resemble the circles rubbed into his skin under the veil of the starlight or the lips that danced across his neck between navy sheets - seared with desire. The night that passed through him as he walked his way to Jisung’s house day quiet, desolate over him, nothing but the moon - shrouded by swathes of dark clouds - and the faded street lights pointing in an arrowhead down the street.

His breaths, once full with hope for it to mingle with his boyfriend’s, went still though as he reached his front door, muffled sounds bursting through the windows that rest on the second floor. He thought that those sounds only rested between their sweat-soaked chests, and under the glaze on the moonlight. He thought that his room was a safe space, that his thin, white drapes were a gate that only opened for each other.

It could just be the television, Y/N thought as he pushed himself through the threshold of Jisung’s front door. He always kept it locked. It was the paranoia that bubbled in his stomach, what would leave him to ignore something that would always get him out of bed to check every night? Y/N’s heart burned, not with the love as he gazed into Jisung’s eyes. It wasn’t fire, but a poison, one that ached in his chest and billowed through him already as he turned the corner and wound himself around Jisung’s staircase. The noises were getting louder. 

“Y/N!” Jisung cried as the pulsing beneath the sheets screeched to a halt, and hums of full-hearted pleasure - between Jisung and somebody who wasn’t Y/N… Who wasn’t the boy he pledged his love and loyalty to - stopped as soon as the door creaked open. “I-I.”

Someone else was in Jisung’s arms, Y/N’s second home. Someone else was stripped to their skin, tapestries of violet passion decorating their bodies that Y/N thought were special, were just between them. Yes, there were times that Y/N didn’t think he deserved a blessing like Jisung in his life, but apparently, blessings could only last for so long until they become a curse.

“Why…?” Y/N could only choke out, a smokescreen of sadness overwhelming his senses, his head was pushed under-water, his ears rang with a dread that plunged into his chest and ripped his heart apart with cold, weathered hands. “Was I not good enough for you…?”

“NO! Wait! Y/N pl-”

“On second thought, don’t answer that, you’ve made your opinion very clear.” All the perpetrator could do - their body cloaked in shame, a sheet that only used to bind around Y/N’s form draped along their shoulders. The flames of Jisung’s admiration now stained their cheeks and clung to their neck, a feeling that used to run sweetly on his tongue but turned bitter like ash. The flame in his heart that always burned for him was stifled under Jisung’s feet, the ones that Y/N would always stand on to meet him eye to eye and plant blooming pecks onto those lips that were always waiting to feel his own.

Was his lovestruck stare stolen by them too? Auburn gemstones of pure, untainted beauty now suspending another person’s reflection. The only time Y/N could ever truly see himself now distorted by someone else's image. 

Tears dripped down his cheeks and burned into his skin, following his footsteps as he ran right out of the house and into the breeze that grew colder with every hitched breath that scratched at his throat and burst through his teeth. He kept his sobs muffled between hands -soaked with tears, drenched from the pool of sadness numbing his senses - as he rushed back to his home, one he knew would never leave him.

*

He couldn’t stop looking at his phone as it blew up with texts that he knew were from Jisung. Texts that he wished meant something now, the texts he hoped were not just a hollow shell of words and feelings encased in a sapphire bubble of meaninglessness. The light of his phone that pierced the tears staining his sheets taunted his anguish, beckoned his anger. The sparks that were festered between Y/N and Jisung’s hands as they walked each other to their classes and pressed each other up on random lockers started to wash away with the tides of grief overtaking his body. The metal of the lockers will never feel as warm as it used to without Jisung’s warm, loving gaze rested upon him.

Was that fake too? Y/N’s constant questions to the ceiling that tried to muffle his cries to the moon kept him awake throughout the night, his consciousness trudging through the starlight leaking through the window.

*

“Where’s your bitch?” He wishes he could say that to Jisung’s face when he stopped by Y/N’s locker, but those lips still seized his eyes - run dry from tears - still held the secrets they murmured to each other under the watchful presence of the twilight haze, still painted tapestries of adoration on his skin with his cherry chapstick. His hands, now bunched together in a pleading knot of desperation still sculpted Y/N’s body with every time they kissed under the sunset and smoothed across his cheeks as their tongues danced with the waves that brushed against their ankles.

That was the worst thing of all, to Y/N, Jisung was still Jisung. The man who swept him off his feet in the ninth grade. And the blissful toxins of Jisung’s cologne will always be lodged in the back of his mind - even if it did not linger on his skin anymore.

“Y/N, I just need to explain-”

“Han Jisung,” Y/N has never used Jisung’s full name like that, not with the sour tones of anger and betrayal he knew he deserved to taste. How could he even try to explain what he did to Y/N, the only person who ever understood him? “You don’t need to explain anything, okay? It’s time for me to move on, you obviously have already…” 

With one last glance - the sparks of brilliance in Y/N’s eyes that Jisung used to count every night they spent together as he pulled back from his magnetic lips, faded - Y/N brushed past the man who he gave his entire heart to, poured his emotions through tightly sealed lips that only Jisung could pry apart with his gentle tongue. He tried not to turn back to the touch that grazed slightly between them, knowing that those very hands he tried not to reach for molded someone else’s body and worshipped another’s hips - and altar that wasn’t Y/N’s. 

Jisung let his head fall on the locker beside him, regret boiling at the back of his throat. The sadness he tried to bite back under the fluorescent lights of the hallway flowered in his stomach, and the white-tiled floor - marred with Y/N’s retreating footsteps - he felt like it swallowed him whole. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t live knowing that he made a mistake that would cost him the man he never knew he took for granted. He found out too late.

He never realized how much he had until he lost it all.

*

It was that time of year again, where the frigid air clawed through the doors of the stadium that would soon house a flurry of dancing lights and rumble with the chorus of deafening screams. It was time for MAMA, an award show that garnered attendance from some of the most esteemed groups - Stray Kids was only one of them.

The snow covering the ground in a lustrous, ivory veil crunched beneath Jisung’s boots as he followed his other members inside. Everything seemed to be colder since he didn't have the arms of his ex-boyfriend - Y/N - to ignite the fires of admiration in his veins anymore. The air bit their fangs deeper, and the winds scratched harder. A day has not gone by where Y/N didn’t either haunt or bless his dreams - he couldn’t tell anymore - and lament the one decision that stripped the hands that made him feel at peace, the lips that drowned his sorrows in tides of cherry chapstick. The impulse that broke more than his and Y/N’s heart, but fragments of his spirit too, he could never forget the other man’s skin running beneath his fingertips, no matter how hard he scrubbed, or wash the flavour of their skin from his tongue. Little did he know that he would be looking into the oily gaze of his demons once more. 

Y/N’s group was invited as well.

Y/N became a member of a group under YG, one that valued his skills and appreciated his presence. His group gained prestige quickly, through the haymakers upon the charts that their debut songs threw and the diverse, charming attitudes and personalities of his fellow group members. The privilege of being under an entertainment company as large as YG brought this group of five boys to MAMA in their debut year, this stage is yet another pit-stop in their blazing trail of glory.

Thoughts of Jisung’s hands still pried at him from under the sheets and leaked through the pillows he shoved off his hotel beds. His desperate gaze leaked off the faded moonlight, scratching through the drapes with a plea for forgiveness. Sometimes he wished he could take him back, shout that everything’s okay over the streets and shores separating them. But something always held him back. Always slapped his hand away from the shining lights of his own mercy.

As Y/N walked backstage - some time before his performance - worry clouded his chest, but something more than the velvet blazer framing his body pushed his lungs in, drained his breath before he could draw one. An ignited flame nipped at the back of his head, and it only burned hotter as a hand rose to rest on his shoulder, ripping the sigh from his tongue. By the air alone he could tell exactly who it was. The softness of that grip that once admired every inch of his body, the symphonies that those very fingers played from his heartstrings. He could remember it all - as if two years that numbed the taste of their skin never passed.

“Y/N.” Jisung tried to say, a shakiness in his voice evident as he tried his best to look at those locks of hair he wished he could tangle his hands in once more, and comb back from the forehead he would plaster with kisses. 

Y/N could not respond with more than an acknowledging glance, his heart lodged in his throat. Jisung continued anyway, thankful Y/N dared to look him in the eyes even after all he’s done.

Jisung soaked in the starlight embraced by Y/N’s eyes, ones filled with such emotion and unfamiliarity that almost shook him to his core. Looking at his distorted reflection in the gaze that once hung lovestruck under him let the jaws of guilt sink their fangs into his head once again, all the distraught-ridden questions he asked himself when Y/N walked away on that fateful day resurfacing, washed up on the shores of his mind. 

“I just wanted to wish you good luck, you’re gonna do great b-” He paused, trying to scale the awkwardness towering between them. “You’re gonna do great Y/N.”

“Oh… Uh - thanks-”

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s go!” Y/N voice - once bellowing with happiness and affection - now barely cracking the whispers that would dance in Jisung’s ears under the rights of the twilight. Y/N’s group leader bound around the corner, sighing with relief when Y/N came into his view. “We’re heading on in five, the stylists wanna do a checkup.”

With that, Jisung watched as the leader wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and brought him towards the stylist. An uneasy breath bubbled in his chest and thrashed between his clenched teeth. Wondering if anything could be the same, he dug his nails into his palms, wishing for Y/N’s lips to kiss away the marks they made.

The marks he has made.

*

Jisung sat there during Y/N’s full performance, constantly throwing away and thinking of new ideas on how to talk to Y/N again after so long, how to make amends for all he’s done and repair the damages he made. Some thoughts led him to wonder if he even could rebuild the bridge he burned to the ground himself - if he deserved forgiveness?

With the stopping of the music dragging him out from the tar of his doubts, he straightened out his jacket and bit back his deep breaths. He didn’t know if he was ready to face him again and to look into his eyes once more without feeling the embers of guilt scorch him from the inside out.

As soon as Y/N came around the corner, hands threading through sweat-soaked hair and a proud simper spread along his lips that Jisung wished he could make brighter. He pulled Y/N to the side, the gasp of shock washing over deaf ears.

“Y/N, can we please talk…?” Jisung managed to muster those words out, glad that Y/N’s mind was open enough to acknowledge what he was trying to do. “Pl-”

“What’s there to talk about?” Y/N already knew what he was getting into, but he needed closure, a reason. He hoped Jisung was going to give it to him.

“Please, I just need to explain everything…”

“Fine, my van arrives in ten.” 

This was Jisung’s chance to make everything right, to hold his hand tighter, to say ‘I love you’ ten times more - no - a thousand. To never take this man for granted ever again. The lights of hope glimmered at the end of the tunnel.

“I’m… So sorry… It was stupid and impulsive and all of me doesn’t know why I did it. I regretted it as soon as we pulled away, and I realized what I was doing - without a reason why. You’re my baby, you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m a fool for letting you go, letting you slip away.”

All Y/N could do was stay silent, mouth parted in awe as Jisung poured everything out to him, the echoes of agony ripping through every single word and the regret scraped off his tongue igniting the air around them.

“All I want- no- need. Is one more chance. Please, Y/N.” Jisung knotted his hands together, nearly falling to his knees. “I want to prove to you that I’m still the Jisung who fell in love with you in ninth grade - the Jisung who made a mistake so stupid it cost me one of the most important people in my life.” Tears tripped over Jisung’s lashes, the ones that would flitter against Y/N’s cheek every morning they spent together - conquering the hours of midnight with the video games they never managed to finish. 

The tears carved rivers down Jisung’s cheeks and burned his skin. Y/N could barely hold the urge to kiss them away, just like he used to in his fondest of memories, their deep talks under the neon lights of the sunset never fading from his mind even now. Sunsets that sealed their most cherished secrets with a coral tinted wax.

For Y/N, everything started to resurface, all of the pleasant memories that he tried to banish over the last two years, the reflection of the blessing, his blessing Jisung, that never shed its skin of perfection after all he’s done. All of the special times shared under the sky - cradling words of adoration ever since their first date - couldn’t let him do anything but crack a small smile through his lips. He realized that some things are too good to let go. 

Some things deserve second chances. 

“J…” Y/N choked on Jisung’s name, the man before him making him want to be taken by those beautiful lips, whose smile would brighten even the darkest of his nights and would whisper sweet nothings into his ear as the sun set below the rooftops of their town. Those that would brand his skin with the flames of euphoria, and would light the sparks of desire faded under his heart. 

He wants… So bad… To be enveloped by his embrace, to feel their limbs entangle under his sheets - drenched by the moonlight, the twilight haze dripping over their lips and painting a tapestry of passion along their amalgamating bodies. The arms that would wind around his waist and would never let go, and the legs he would edge himself between as they sat on their bed, skin running soft under fingertips, conversations running amply through the night.

He wants to feel Jisung’s heartbeat through their heaving chests, the symphony that would relax him during stressful times, whenever his deepest doubts would resurface to drag him back into the shadows of grief. Y/N longs for the loving heat that blooms from Jisung’s chest - burning hotter than the summer encasing some of their most cherished secrets - again. 

Jisung did nothing but leave his expectant gaze hovering on Y/N’s lips. He wants to hear those words, words of forgiveness, of love that he wishes he could take back and keep in his arms until the day he dies.

“...Okay…” Y/N’s couldn’t think of what to say, everything that Jisung said bursting in his head. His words stuck in time. “One more chance, I realized it’s the least you deserve. If you genuinely recognize what you did, Then I’ll forgive you… I just… I don’t wanna be thrown away - again - please…”

Jisung barely knew what to do with himself, half of his expectations already whipping his body the other way, looking back to only see Y/N’s. But his fantasies came into a reality, his wishes to reclaim the man he loves being granted.

“Thank you so much, Y/N…” Jisung instantly rushed into Y/N and swept him up into an embrace. The arms draped silently around his neck feeling so ancient, awakening flames that should have died in the cold under Jisung’s covers. “I promise. Y/N. I will never, ever even think about leaving you again. I’ll prove to you that everything I said is coming from the bottom of my heart.” Jisung murmured into Y/N’s neck, the scent of his skin driving his mind crazy, and the smile he felt molding against his chest making his own that much bigger. “I’ll be with you and only you from now on, for as long as we’re on this planet. I love you, Y/N.” Jisung’s waited so long to say that, to spill his love into three words that were caught in his throat the day he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“I love you too, Sung.” Y/N cupped Jisung’s cheek, plush skin under and between his fingers searing his fingertips with the searing heat of devotion. The lips that pressed a peck to his palm letting a giggle spiral from between his teeth.

Their flourishing smiles weaved together, lips locked between languid tongues and pulsing with the rhythm of the dancing lights of adoration writhing in their hearts. 

The long-lost desire to feel Y/N in Jisung’s arms again eclipsed his mind, flooded his touch with the flames of devotion. The only thing that matters to him is the treasure held between his arms, entwined with him in a windstorm of ecstasy and happiness.

[lunarsaga]

EPISODE 3: ABOUT ALICE

Y'all, I am SO CLOSE TO catching up to myself with these chapters! I can't wait for y'all to see the next chapter, it's gonna be all kinds of heartbreak~ >:3c

ENJOY~!

REMINDER: [Dialogue like this is English!]

The farther northeast they traveled, the more Luna missed the absolute shit out of her clunky old gas guzzler of a pickup truck.

Now she wasn’t ever one to complain—she knew better than that—but holy fuck did her feet hurt. She’d had these shoes for god only knows how long, and it was a good thing they were practically made of mithril, because if they hadn’t been mythically indestructible, they definitely would’ve been worn out by now. She had to bear it—they all did. Sore feet were mostly likely only gonna be a minor pain compared to what they were gonna face once they caught up to this Naraku guy (or so she’d heard). So complaining would only make things more irritating.

And she was already irritated enough, thanks to Inuyasha.

“We would’ve caught Naraku by now if all of you weren't demanding we stop and rest every five minutes!”

“Inuyasha, you have to understand that we don’t have your superhuman strength.” Miroku, always the diplomat.

Luna, not so much. She gave her sister a look that all but read she was about to snap, and spoke to her in English: “[If he says one more thing about us having to stop and rest, I’m throwing my shoe at him.]”

Kagome sighed. “[Luna, please don’t do that.]” Their friends looked, confused, between the both of them.

“What’re you guys saying?” Shippo asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Luna chuckled, starting to dig through her backpack. “Damn, I need to be careful about how much I fire my gun, I don’t have as much ammo as I thought…”

Kagome furrowed her eyebrows. “I thought you brought everything?”

Luna glanced up, still rifling through her pack. “I brought everything I could, but I had to leave some ammo and one of my weapons at Kaede’s place, along with my guitar. Traveling this much, especially walking? I had to pack more food and survival shit than ammo, so I gotta conserve what I have if this is gonna take much longer—especially if we’re getting this far away from the Well.”

Inuyasha snorted, and Luna felt her blood pressure spike. “Wouldn’t be taking so long if you all weren’t so damn weak…”

Luna looked at her sister again, and completely disregarded the warning look she got back. In less than a second, she had one of her boots off and chucked it full force at the half-demon’s head. The ensuing chaos was definitely worth the satisfaction.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!”

“For being an absolute prick about us needing to rest!”

“Luna, can you please not?!”

“He’s the one being a little bitch about it!”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!”

“Stop it, you two!”

“I called you a little bitch! Clean out those fuzzy ears!”

“OH THAT IS IT!”

“BRING IT, DOG BOY!”

The imminent fight (which Sango, Shippo, and Miroku were watching like a Tennis match) stopped before it actually got started. Kagome grabbed her sister by the ear and pulled back, causing the older girl to yell out in pain, before pointing at Inuyasha and shouting:

“INUYASHA, SIT!”

The aforementioned half-demon slammed face-first into the ground, and the situation diffused.

“I am sick of you two fighting!” Kagome said, ignoring her sister’s little mutters of “ow, ow, ow” until she finally let go of her ear. “Can’t you guys just try to get along?! We’re supposed to be a team here; how are we supposed to fight Naraku if you two won’t stop fighting each other?!”

Ego bruised (and her ear too, just as likely), Luna tried not to pout as she got up to retrieve her boot. “Can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, me either…” Inuyasha’s voice cracked as he was finally able to lift his head and glare at the elder Higurashi.

“What we’re doing is a little more serious than petty conflicts,” Miroku said, “It might take an adjustment period for all of us, as Luna is new to our group, but we still need to focus on our actual goal.” And of course, as he gave this incredibly insightful bit of wisdom, his hand was drifting.

Sango flinched, then turned to slap his cheek, pinching the skin on his hand to keep it away from her butt. “And what part of that goal is this?” She growled.

The monk chuckled nervously, “N-nothing?”

Luna rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she sat back down to re-tie her shoe. “Never a dull moment, huh?” She sighed as she knotted it, finally glancing over at Inuyasha. “Alright. I’m sorry, okay? But you gotta not complain like that. Gets on my nerves.”

“I’ll complain if I wanna complain…” Inuyasha mumbled. He quickly corrected himself, as the harrowingly angry look Kagome gave him struck fear into his heart. “F-fine. Whatever. Sorry.”

Luna chuckled. “There then, that’s put to rest. And, speaking of!” Instead of a second half of that sentence, she stretched her arms out and fell back to relax back on the grassy hill they’d chosen as their rest stop. She sighed, enjoying the quiet and the sun for a few minutes. She could swear she was about to drift off to sleep, when she heard the softest little “mew!” just beside her. She opened one eye to find Kilala blinking big red eyes at her.

“Adjustment or not, Kilala seems to like you,” Sango said with a light smile.

“She sure is cute,” Luna mumbled happily, sitting up and giving the kitty little scratches on the head.

Sango chuckled. “Thank you. Kilala is my very best friend—she has taken care of my family and my clan for generations.”

“Yeah?” Luna tilted her head, quizzical. “Does she always stay in cat form?

“What do you mean?”

Kilala paid the conversation no mind, she just decided that this person petting her was the lap she wanted to lay on for the moment. Luna chuckled as the nekomata curled up with her head on her thigh. “Well… funny enough, my best friend is a cat demon too? She’s even done the same—watching over our family for generations.”

“Really?” Surprised, Sango looked to Kagome, who nodded.

“I thought you said there weren’t any demons in your time, Kagome?” Shippo piped up.

“It’s not that there aren’t any,” Kagome said. “They’re just… not all over anymore, like they are here.”

“Japan is one of the only places I know of that have actually kept their supernatural m—” Luna cleared her throat, “uh—inhabitants?—in check. The country where I live? Not so much.”

“But you mentioned the cat demon you know has a human form?” Sango asked. “I’ve never seen Kilala take on any form than this one or her full demon form.”

“Maybe… it’s because Alice is a Bakeneko? Rather than a Nekomata?” Kagome mused.

Luna nodded. “Could be, yeah. She’s got a cat form like this—and like Kilala’s full demon form too—but a lot of the time she stays in her, ah….” Luna started snapping her fingers at Kagome, trying to think of the word in Japanese. “[Humanoid form?]”

Kagome shrugged, “Most of the time, Alice just looks like a human.”

“600 years old and looks 25,” Luna rolled her eyes. “ ‘I choose to look this cute~!’, that’s what she always says.”

“She’s also watched over the Higurashi Family for generations. Heck of a coincidence, huh?”

~ ~ ~

Everything hurt.

From the tip of her nose to the end of her tail, every inch of Airisu’s tiny, feline body hurt. Her black fur was matted with blood and dirt, one of her eyes wouldn’t open all the way, and she struggled to draw in breath. Not only all that, but she was running low on her own demonic power as well—if she tried to use any to heal herself, she might not make it through the night. As it was… she feared she might not make it through the night anyway, but she had to keep going. Her family would have wanted her to.

It had been an incredibly rough night for the little cat demon. Her family was the last of the Bakeneko clan this far south; all the others of their kind had moved to the northern mountains a hundred years ago. And it wasn’t until now that Airisu saw why: down here, they were plagued by other demons. Their family over the years was slowly picked off, until it was only her, her parents, and her brother and sister. Until now, she’d done her best to try and protect them… but tonight… she’d failed.

Mama… Papa… everyone… I’m sorry… If she could shed tears in this form, she might have been. But all she could do right now was limp forward. At least I’ve lost the pig…

Or so she thought.

A rustling in the bushes caught her off-guard. Hackles raised (despite the sting), she hissed as the figure of the same ugly boar demon that murdered her family lumbered out of the woods. The boar’s crude scythe weapon was still coated in her family’s blood—and she could see a stain or two on its tusks, as well.

The thing’s laugh was a little more than a snort. “Thought you could get away, eh?! I’ll eat you, just like the rest of your little family!”

Grief twisted in her gut like a cold steel blade. This was it. She had just a little power left, and if this was going to be her last stand, then she was gonna use it to avenge her family. This boar was going to pay for the lives he’d taken. She summoned up her last nerve, and grew to her full size; flame erupted from her paws to ignite the transformation, her front fangs elongated past her chin, and her body grew to the size of a panther. She wouldn’t have long in this form, so she would have to strike quickly.

She leapt at the boar, one last war cry roaring from her maw. She aimed for its throat, but the boar wasn’t as exhausted as she was. He swung his weapon faster, catching her in the chest. She landed, chest heaving, and attempted to swipe at him with her claws, but she was too off-balance. As she fell, she shrank again, the last of her demonic power used up.

At least I went out fighting, everyone… she thought as she crumpled into the dirt, prepared for death.

It didn’t come. Instead, there was another voice; a human one. Airisu could only keep one eye open, straining to see what was happening:

It was a human woman, strangely dressed but boldly blocking the boar from finishing off the half-dead feline. She held an odd weapon—a rifle? But it looked so different from the ones Airisu had seen before… When the woman fired it, it looked like it spat fire, and the boar demon reeled back, squealing. No rifle Airisu had ever seen had that kind of effect on a demon: his flesh seemed to be sizzling as he tried to get away into the forest.

“Ugly-ass PIG,” The human girl shouted as she cocked the rifle again, “You leave that poor kitty alone!” She fired it again, and the boar demon fizzled into nothing.

Does this woman think I am a mere cat…? Airisu wanted to laugh, but she didn’t have the energy. She was fading fast. Either way… she saved me… even if it was in vain...

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“Thought you said you had to save your ‘am-hoe’, and you got and blow some of it on some weak-ass boar demon?”

“Inuyasha, please don’t say it like that—”

“No, let him, it’s hilarious.”

“He does have a bit of a point,” Sango cut in, before either Inuyasha or Luna could spark another fight. “You did say you had to save your ‘shells’, right? It seems a little wasteful if you used some on that boar demon—why did you?”

Luna nodded down at the little bundle in her arms—it was the little cat that the boar demon had been after the night before. She was asleep; Luna had bandaged her injuries and kept her warm and safe all night. As the little cat slept, her breathing had evened out, and Luna figured (what with the demon markings and all) that she would be alright soon.

“This little cat was trying to fight him,” She said softly. “I saved her.”

“Well ya ain’t keeping it—”

“Inuyasha!” Kagome chastised.

“Quit yelling at me!” Inuaysha snapped back, “It ain’t like it’s a house pet! She’s a demon cat like Kilala. She’s alive, so we should leave her be and keep going. She’ll heal by herself.”

“Who died and made you King of the Rock?” Luna grumbled at him.

“Guys, look!” Shippo, sat beside Luna, stretched up to peek at the little bundle. “She’s waking up!”

Quickly but gently, so as not to alarm her, Luna set the cat down and backed away a little. The demon cat’s eyes blinked open, blurred and confused. Luna smiled at her.

“Hey there, kitty,” she said softly. “You’re gonna be okay now…”

She sat up a little, pulling out something wrapped in paper and tied with a string—a handful of little fish from the river. She let the cat sniff it before setting it down in front of her. Cautious, the cat stared at her for a long time before she began to munch on the offering.

“[‘Atta girl,]” Luna chuckled, “You feeling better now?”

The cat paused in eating, blinked, and then disappeared into a cloud of smoke. A little startled, a couple of the group jumped back, but Luna stood where she was.

In the place of the little cat now sat a girl. Short waves of black hair fell around a pair of sleek feline ears and kissed her cheeks. The pupils of her eyes were catlike as well, sitting among irises that resembled a sunset. She wore a short, tattered pink kimono, and had a bit of black fur tucked around her collar. She had the same magenta markings that the cat had; on her cheeks and forehead, as well as the same bushy black tail.

The girl plucked the little cloth she’d been wrapped in as a cat off of her head, smiling brightly as she held it out to Luna.

“Much better!”

There was a beat of confused silence, before the others began to clamor in confusion.

“She had a human form this whole time?!” Inuyasha shouted.

“She was probably weak from fighting, Inuyasha, that could be why she stayed in her smaller form—” Miroku tried to reason with him.

“She did look a little like Kilala does—but she has only one tail.” Sango uttered.

“Then she’s a Bakeneko!” Shippo proclaimed, “They’re not common around here, my dad used to tell me they all went up North!”

Kagome looked suspiciously at her sister, who wasn’t shocked at all by the new information. Luna just stood there, watching her friends start to freak out with a sly little smile on her face. When she caught Kagome’s eye, she quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing as she turned back to the Bakeneko sitting before her. Like she knows something… Kagome mused to herself.

“My name is Airisu,” the Bakeneko said, bowing her head in greeting, “I want to thank you, Miss. That boar demon took the lives of the rest of my family last night, and would have taken mine as well if you hadn’t intervened.”

Luna shrugged. “I was only doing what I thought was right.”

“Well, for that, I owe you my life,” Airisu bowed her head once again, placing her hand over her heart. “I doubt I could ever fully repay you, but to show my gratitude, I will do the same for you. I will follow where you go, and protect you as you have protected me.”

Luna opened her mouth to respond, but her friends were once again surprised:

“That seems rather extreme…” Miroku said.

“You’d think so!” Shippo commented, “but some Bakeneko are really loyal like that! Especially since she saved her life!”

“Really?” Sango wondered.

“Still though…” Kagome chuckled awkwardly.

“Luna doesn’t need her protection,” Inuyasha scoffed, “she’s got that crazy weapon—and if she did need someone else to protect her, she has us!”

“Guys,” Luna waved her hand at her friends, laughing, “Don’t worry about it. I got this.” She extended her hand to the Bakeneko. “Alice, I accept.”

The cat demon pouted. “It’s Airisu!”

“Right, right. Sorry—Airisu,” Luna corrected herself. “Welcome to the team.”

“Hold on, Luna,” Kagome grabbed her sister’s arm, pulling her aside. “Shouldn’t we all talk about this first? I mean… you only just met her?”

“No I didn’t,” Luna said, with that knowing little smile on her face again. “You kidding? I’ve known her all my life. And so have you, Kags.”

It took a second for Kagome to put the pieces together. She glanced back over at the Bakeneko, who had started formally introducing herself to the rest of their friends. The bubbly smile, the black hair, the vibrant orange eyes—it finally clicked. “Wait… you don’t mean that’s—”

“The very same,” Luna smiled fondly as she watched the realization cross her sister’s face. “She’d be pretty young for a demon by now—only 40 or 50 years old—but that’s Alice alright. And I’d trust that cat with my life.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize her at first,” Kagome said softly.

“Well, it’s also been a few years since you’ve seen her, too,” Luna nudged her sister. “But look, we can’t tell her that we know her in the future. Gotta Marty McFly this, okay?”

“You can’t go two seconds without some pop culture reference, can you?”

“Absolutely not.” Luna laughed.

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Hey, you guys remember that vampire thing I did forever ago? Well I decided to do more, because the ideas wouldn’t leave me alone. This one is already getting away from me, so it’s gonna be ride for all of us.

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         “NO!” He gasped, shooting up in bed, chest heaving as he tried to get his bearings, tried to remember where he is, all he could see is fangs and flashing eyes and snarling teeth, and he choked on his gasping inhales of air, realizing his sight was blurred cause of tears.

 He let out strangled scream at the sound of a large crash, light flashing, and he curled into a ball, wheezing in a breath, whimpering as he heard another crash, another flash, a distant howling noise, a tapping at his window, and the noise was too much, too loud, he couldn’t breathe, hands pinning him against the wall, fangs biting into his skin, blood, so much blood, he couldn’t breathe!

 “Patton!” He jerked backwards at the shout, the slam of a door, fear clawing at his chest for a moment as he was weightless, before landing hard on the ground, flailing, trapped beneath something, and still, still, he can’t breathe.

 “please… help…” He gasped out, barely a whisper.

 “ok, pat, ok. It’s Virgil. You know me, yeah?” He managed to nod, chest tight, god, he must be having a heart attack, he must be dying. “that’s good pat. You’re tangled in your blanket, I’m gonna move that for you, m’kay?” He didn’t respond, but he stopped struggling, stopped fighting, letting Virgil carefully untangle him, without touching him directly even once. “I’m gonna reach out my hand. Is that ok?” He managed to nod once more, immediately latching onto Virgil’s hand, squeezing it in a death grip, shaking and letting out a small whimper at another loud crash, flickers of darkness shifting in the corners of his eyes as the room lit up.  

 “alright, that’s good, pat. Now, can you breathe with me, pat? Deep breaths, ok? In…” He heard Virgil taking an exaggerated deep breath, holding it for several moments. “out.” Virgil breathed.

 “c-can’t. N-no air…”

 “there is, baby bat. I promise, there is. You trust me, sweet tooth?” He nodded.

 “always.” He whispered. He didn’t protest as he felt Virgil moving closer, a soft mewl escaping his lips as Virgil pulled him close, pulled him onto his lap.

“Shh, it’s ok, little fang. You’re alright, alright? You know I won’t let anything hurt you, yeah? Nothin is getting past me, baby bat. I promise, Pat.” He burrowed his face closer against Virgil’s chest at another crack of noise, though it seemed quieter now, and the flash of light didn’t illuminate the whole room. Slowly, without realizing it, he started matching his breathing to Virgil’s, the tension leaking out of his body slowly as Virgil rocked him gently, rubbing up and down his back, murmuring soothingly in his ear. Finally, he breathed in a deep, shaky breath, folding completely into Virgil’s arms, trembling from the adrenaline high leaving his system.

 “sorry… I’m sorry…” he mumbled, lacking the motivation to wipe away the tears still slipping down his face, clinging to Virgil’s shirt like a lifeline.

 “you don’t have anything to be sorry about, Pat. Do you wanna talk about it?” He shook, feeling Virgil wrap his arms tighter around him, resting his head atop his own.

 “just… just a nightmare… about… it. Th-then the s…storm… the storm didn’t help.” He heard Virgil whisper a soft curse, and curled tighter against him. “l-language, Virg.” Virgil let out a small snort, kissing the top of his hair.

 “curse that vampire hearing of yours, puffball, I never get away with anything anymore.” He let out a shaky laugh, pulling back enough to wipe away his tears with his sleeve, the smile lingering as the last dregs of dread faded, taking another deep breath.  

 “I let you get away with plenty, kiddo, and you know it.” Virgil smiled, pressing a kiss to Patton’s forehead.  

 “you do, baby bat. Feeling better now? I think the storm has almost moved on.”  

 “Don’t-“ he yelped, desperately, reining in his voice, swallowing hard. “don’t leave. Please.” He whispered.

 “oh, pat, I’m not going anywhere, lil fang, not if you don’t want me to leave.” Patton nodded, slumping back against Virgil, pure exhaustion cresting over him. “that took a lot out of you, huh? I know panic attacks always kick my ass.” Virgil smiled at Patton’s small giggle, not scolding him this time. “Let’s get back to bed, alright?” He nodded again, eyes slipping closed before he even felt Virgil lifting him up, settling him into bed. He sighed happily as Virgil climbed under the covers with him, snuggling tight against his solid warmth, Virgil curling tight around him, idly teasing his fingers through his hair.

 “thank you, virg.” He murmured, already drifting off, the distant thunder a mere rumble, his nightmare a faint whisper in the back of his mind with Virgil there, the sound of his blood pumping through veins, his heart beating, an oddly soothing kind of white noise, assuring him with every pulse of his safety.

 “of course, sweet tooth. Anytime.” Virgil murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the top of his head. “love you, lightning bug.”

 “mhmm. Love you too, vee.” Virgil smiled as Patton drifted off in his arms, letting out a long breath. That hadn’t been the first nightmare, of course, it had only been three months since the attack had occurred, but they had been getting better. Stupid storm, if he could physically fight it he would, for scaring Patton like that..

 His own injuries were healing well, the splints had been taken off both his leg and his arm, though his ribs still twinged with pain every so often, and he had more than a few new scars.  

 He’d had his own fair share of nightmares, since then, most more severe than Patton’s. Which made him feel guilty, because what had happened to Patton had objectively been much more terrifying and traumatic, and he knew that comparing whose experience was worse isn’t how this works, but he couldn’t help it. Worrying is what he does best, after all, and this only fueled his separation anxiety more. He could barely stand to let Patton out of his sight, pacing endlessly when he was out of the house, only relaxing when he was home, only marginally less stressed when one of the others were out with him, which they nearly always were.

 To be honest, he hadn’t been sleeping much, only a few restless hours each night, if that. Some nights he just gave up on sleep completely, simply listening to podcasts or researching mythicals, researching vampires, so he could help Patton as best he could.

 Still, right now, he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and make the whole world go away, the only thing he wanted was sleep. So he closed his eyes, nestling tighter against Patton, and let himself drift off.

 …

 He woke up later than usual the next morning, smiling as he saw Patton still curled against him. He was loathe to wake him, but they really couldn’t stay in bed all day.

 “Patton. Time to get up, sleepy head.” He teased, watching as Patton yawned, eyes blinking open. Virgil passed him his glasses, slipping out of the bed and stretching.

 “sorry. About… about last night.” Patton mumbled, and he frowned.

 “It’s fine, Pat. It’s more than fine. I’m… I’m just glad I could help. Come out when you’re ready, and we can make pancakes or something.” He sent Patton a small, earnest smile before slipping from the room and down the hall, lost in thought.

 It was broken by the sound of liquid being slurped from a straw. His eyes widened and shot to the couch, freezing in the doorway to the living room, eyes locking on the figure there. Dark glasses, leather coat, reusable starbucks cup, and his blood ran cold.

 “Sup babes?” He felt ten degrees removed from his body, cotton in his ears, this wasn’t possible, he wasn’t here, there was no way Remy was sitting on the couch right now, smirking at him like it was normal, like this was normal.

 A door closed down the hall and his head whipped around at the sound of Patton’s cheery footsteps, and his breath caught. He saw the moment Remy saw Patton, peeking over his shoulder, ready to say a chipper, if confused, hello, saw the spell forming on his lips, and his state of panicked calm fractured.

 “PATTON, DOWN!” He yelled, tackling the vampire fully behind him, throwing his hands up, inky, trailing residue left in the air as he drew a quick sigil, settling into place a moment before a blinding flash of light collided against it. He was relieved and surprised when it actually held, sealing off the doorway. He yelped as his vision cleared, Remy standing mere inches away on the other side of his makeshift barrier, glaring at him quizzically from over his glasses.

 “Bitch, are you thralled? There’s a vamp behind you and you just stopped me from smiting it into the next three planes of existence!” He hissed at Remy’s words, his arms outstretched to hide Patton from view as he shoved to his feet, pulse pounding in anger.

 “Are you insane?! You can’s just break into someone’s house then start murdering the residents! Patton is part of my family, dipshit! Unlike you.”

 “language…” Patton chimed in weakly, getting to his feet and coming to stand beside Virgil, lowering his arm.

 “Pat, get back. If this doesn’t hold, you need to run.” He muttered.

 “I’m not going anywhere without you, kiddo. I’m sure we can talk this out.” Virgil growled in frustration, turning back to Remy, missing the split second of hurt that crossed his face, hiding it with another sip of his cup.

 “The hell do you want, anyway? I thought I said I was done with you both.” Something sharp and pinched shifted across Remy’s face, an usual look for him, that gave Virgil pause.

 “It’s Jan.” Virgil scowled, running a hand through his hair.

 “Of course it is. If he wants me back, you can tell him to fuck off. I meant it, I’m done with the coven, I’m done playing your way, I’m done with you both.”

 “He’s missing.”

 “Maybe he’s just done too.” He grumbled.

 “Gurl, do I need to slap you upside the head? We were hunting, and he got taken, and now he’s missing. I need… I need your help.” Virgil’s scowl deepened, and he looked away for a long moment, trying to organize his thoughts.

 “Fine. I’ll hear you out. But you make one move towards Patton, or anyone else who walks through that door, and I swear there’ll be a dagger in your neck before you can even blink.” Remy hesitated for a moment, and Virgil took a step forwards, as close to the barrier as he could be without crossing it. “don’t test me Remy. I may be rusty, but you know what I’m capable of.” For a moment, his eyes flashed with crackling lightning, and Remy, pushed up his glasses, nodding sharply.

 “Fine. As a guest I swear to abide by the rules of the house.” Remy said, sharp and clear. Virgil shivered slightly as he felt the magic behind those words, binding Remy to them.

 With a deep breath, Virgil let the barrier fade, feeling exposed now that nothing separated Remy from Patton. He knew Remy’s promise would render him literally unable to harm Patton, but that didn’t really ease his worry any.

 “Let’s go to the kitchen and talk.” He muttered, letting Patton take his hand and squeeze it once, ushering Patton ahead of him, hair standing up on the back of his neck at Remy following behind.

[jincherie]

intermission • iii | moonchild

• ☽ — pairing: bts x reader • ☽ — genre: crack, fluff, angst, college/uni au • ☽ — words: 4.6k • ☽ — rating: sfw • ☽ — warnings: rabid old ladies and tree-climbing shenanigans • ☽ — notes: another intermission! this is my last part for now, miss zee will be writing the next two and then we will see my return!!!! but until then, please indulge us n show miss zee some love!! she works hard for it :’< also because with zee’s next chapter... we see a bit of a twist arise!

— posted; 09.06.2019

When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well… maybe not as easy as you think.

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— some time in first year —

 The afternoon air is cool and the sun is a soft, comforting warmth against the exposed parts of Kim Namjoon’s skin, chasing away the slight bite of the cold that lingers in the breeze due the transitional season as he walks home. He’s just finished fulfilling his third ‘help wanted’ poster duty of the day, collecting the sheets, both handwritten and printed alike, from shopping mall billboards like Pokémon. He has a thick wad of them folded up and wedged in his back pocket (he’d forgotten his trusty messenger bag this morning that, despite being two snapped threads away from falling apart completely, has always managed to see him through the day) and a comparatively much smaller wad in his other back pocket, of the odd jobs his managed to complete through the week.

His rationale for being such an upstanding citizen and going out of his way to help anyone and everyone he can? Two things—experience, and references. He knows it’s a harsh world, and to succeed you have to prepare yourself as much as possible for everything to come. So when the time comes that he steps into the adult, working world after graduating… he doesn’t doubt he’s going to be one of the best prepared people they’ve ever seen.

Plus, sometimes the little old ladies and distraught pet owners he helped gave him a few dollars as a tip. Unnecessary and not something he asks for, but Namjoon isn’t one to turn away a gift when it could do wonders for his loose change jar. It satisfies him to see the little glass thing with a cork lid get fuller and fuller each weak. He blames the deep, primal part of his monkey brain that likes seeing a big collection of shiny objects like coins. It sparks joy, one could say.

The odd job he’s just completed was a little dryer than the rest, if he’s being honest. It was much simpler than the ad for it had made out— just helping some fellow uni student as clueless as him fix their broken toilet roll. All he had to do was find the screw that came out and the student gave him, like, a whole box of frozen chicken patties in return. Which… isn’t so bad but also, Namjoon considers himself an intellectual and while he may be bought by food he still longs for a mental challenge. So despite how usually he gets in about three a day, on a good day, but even thought this is his third one he’s still… hungry for more. He’s also hungry in the literal sense; the last job made him miss lunch and now his stomach is performing an acapella version of ‘feed me, feed me, you bastard’. A classic hit, one he is especially familiar with. He’ll have to rifle through the papers in his back pocket and suss out whether any of the posters seem the type to provide food for the help.

He’s still toying with the idea when he happens across an unexpected scenario that seems to have been dropped into his path by the fates themselves. Along one side of the footpath are suburban homes and their small front yards and cute little mailboxes, and to the other is the occasional tree and then the plain asphalt of the road. About a yard in front of him, just far enough that he can’t really see even with his glasses on, there seems to be a bit of a commotion occurring near one of the larger trees lining the street.

Excitement probably shouldn’t be his first reaction, but it is, and Namjoon hurries his long-legged gait so that he can reach the spectacle sooner. He doesn’t know what he looked like but walking like this, he feels a bit like those spiders with the tiny bodies and disproportionately long, spindly legs. And here he is, going to help out like the friendly neighbourhood spiderman. He slapped his thigh, eyes wide. He might be an iron man enthusiast at heart, but damn that’s a good line for his resume.

The closer Namjoon gets to the commotion he’d spotted from afar, the more he realises he might have hit jackpot. The source of the loud yelling and frantic movements seems to be a woman, a little on the elderly side, with her wild salt and pepper curls defying gravity in some places and clumping in others—it takes Namjoon a moment to realise that she’s actually attempted to tie her hair back and that’s why it looks a little bit deformed from the distance. As he draws closer, he notes that she looks a little unhinged. His reaction to such a thing should be caution, and he should feel wary, but all he can think is hell yes this woman clearly needs help and he is going to help her, damn it.

“Pudding, come down! Please! I’m sorry for calling you fat, Pudding! I didn’t mean it!”

As soon as he’s within earshot, he hears the woman sobbing hysterically as she claws at the thick trunk of the tree. She’s too small to reach the lowest hanging branch, and has taken to draping herself pitifully against the leaning trunk as she scrabbles against the bark with her nails. The woman wails, pitifully, voice piercing the air like a siren, or a banshee, “Pudding!”

Confused as he may be, he’s sure that as soon as he asks the lady what happened, he’ll be as clued in as possible. Namjoon clears his throat and composes himself, before stepping forward and speaking loud enough that the woman can hear him over her own loud weeping.

“Excuse me, ma’am, is everything alright? Do you require assistance of any kind?”

The lady spins around, a crazy glint in her eye, and belatedly, Namjoon begins to feel a little wary in addition to the wave of concern that seems to have caught up to him from where he left it in the dust.

“My pudding,” the woman wails, lurching and attaching herself to Namjoon like he is the tree she’d just been attempting to scale. Her nails dig into his arms, and the male is suddenly thankful for the long sleeves of his shirt and jacket protecting them from being punctured by her claws. “My pudding is stuck in the tree.”

A few beats of silence sound in Namjoon’s head, before finally a thought spawns into being. This woman…. Did she fling her dessert into the tree? God, it’s worse than he thought. He never expected to walk upon such a tragedy.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, ma’am,” Namjoon says, sincerely sympathetic. Being prone to trips and falls as he is, he has been victim many a times to accidentally flinging food all over the place. His heart goes out to her, his hands coming to pat her forearms with only a little hesitance (distantly, a part of him wonders if the crazed look in her eye is due to rabies, and the whiteness of what he assumes is snot all over her face and mouth makes him a little nervous). “Would you like help? I can get the pudding down from the tree, and then you can go on ea—”

“Oh, would you, dear?” the woman’s grip tightens like a vice as she cuts him off, wide, glassy eyes gleaming with hope. Is she starting to froth at the mouth a bit? Namjoon chooses to ignore that observation. “Please, please get him down. He’s the fat bastard on the second highest branch, and he -hic- must be so scared.”

Namjoon resists the instinct to make a face just barely— is she referring to her pudding as a he, and did she just call her pudding a fat bastard?— and instead follows the old woman’s shaking hand as it point to the top of the tree. Realisation slaps him in the face.

There, sitting right on the thickest part of the second highest branch near the trunk and somehow still managing to bow it, is both the fattest and the ugliest but most oddly endearing cat Namjoon has ever seen. At least, he thinks it’s a cat. It’s a cat until proven otherwise, he decides.

“Oh,” Namjoon says, staring at the cat. The cat stares back, and Namjoon gulps at the sudden goblin energy it seems to be radiating. “Pudding.”

The woman, still babbling incoherently while Namjoon creates a half-assed sort of mental plan for how to proceed and reach the top of the tree, starts shaking him slightly in her distress. Being a music major doesn’t prepare him for shit like this, he laments. This lady better have some food on the table for the trauma she’s currently inflicting.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get pudding.” He gingerly brushes her grip off him, surprised she let go with such little convincing, and makes his way to the trunk of the tree. The cat stares him down the entire time, lidded yellow eyes peering into the depths of his being and pulling out his innermost fears. Namjoon feels like this cat is the kind of thing you peer under your bed as a child and see balled up in the corner, hissing, with big fangs and ominous man-eating energy. This cat looks like the second Namjoon is within reach he’s going to claw his face off or eat his ears. A shiver rolls down his spine, but he pushes on. He’s going to climb this tree, make this cat his bitch, and bring it back down for the crazy old lady who has started breathing extra heavy the closer he gets to the tree. Distantly, one of his braincells knocks around and whispers that this feels like when Hansel and Gretel got tricked by a witch and her candy house— except in this situation the candy house is Namjoon’s incredible need for good references and experience. Annoyed at the errant brain cell, he flicks it away mentally and tries to think of a way up the tree when he reaches the base.

Well, he supposes he’s just gonna have to go up branch by branch and see which ones he can reach with his long noodle legs. He has to bring his foot up past his ear to clamber onto the first branch, and amongst the pain of essentially doing the splits he feels oddly proud of himself. Kim Namjoon; outstanding citizen, academic, genius music major, now gymnast. It has a nice ring to it. Perhaps he should consider broadening his horizons and extending his athleticism.

Scaling the tree is actually much easier than he anticipated. None of the branches are too far or too high to reach, and he’s satisfied with the effortlessness this job has taken so far. This will look fantastic on his record— he can’t forget to get a written statement from the rabies lady.

Before he knows it, he’s come face to face with the cat. Up close, it radiates even more demonic goblin energy, and Namjoon feels his knees quake slightly in response. It doesn’t meow, doesn’t even growl, merely bares its teeth in greeting, and the male gulps. Alright, time to make this cat his bitch for a moment and save that old lady’s day.

“Hey puss,” Namjoon greets, a little rusty on his cat conversation etiquette. “Come here puss, here, tch tch.”

The cat, fearing neither god nor man, merely sits and looks at Namjoon as he makes kissy noises in an attempt to lure it. ‘You think you can control me?’ It feels as though the cat says to him, with its apathetic, golden-eyed stare, ‘I belong to no one, fool. I will perish before I move at your will.’

Alright, seems like he’s just gonna have to scoop him up and go. Hopefully his nature is a docile as the name Pudding implies and his intimidating outside is just a farce.

Namjoon leans against the trunk of the tree as he reaches for the cat and takes it into his arms successfully— it’s too fat to put up much of a fight, and for that the male is thankful, even if it now feels like he’s holding a boulder in his arms and they’re going to fall off if he doesn’t deposit it soon. What does that lady feed this cat?! Cement?!

Having secured the old lady’s bag, Namjoon directs his gaze downwards and goes to embark on the next step in the plan to climb the tree for the cat and then climb down with the cat— as expected, it’s time for the latter. Wait, speaking of—

A ladder? God he wishes he had one of those right now, because he’s just realised that he has no idea how to get down. The cat’s belly gives an almighty rumble and, expectedly, it throws Namjoon a little off balance. The old lady is calling out hoarsely several many feet below them, and Namjoon feels a little overwhelmed as he considers possibilities and analyses paths down.

Gulping, he makes a calculated decision— unfortunately, he was never that great at maths.

x x

An afternoon stroll through the streets surrounding your dorm is just what you need, some fresh air to sooth your tired, university student soul and refresh your mind.

At least, that’s what you decided like ten minutes ago. Currently, you’re not sharing the same sentiments as past-you so much. This is mostly due to the abundance of unhinged elderly and zombified youth that seem to have had the same idea as you and that are now milling about unchecked. You accidentally stepped off the footpath before and stepped maybe ten centimetres onto someone’s lawn. That someone happened to be a short, stout middle-aged couple that had matching outdated hairdos, and they were not happy about you ‘messing up their lawn’. Before embarking on this walk, you could have proudly said you’d never been chased down the street by some screaming woman with a broom before. Now though, you’re no longer a virgin to that particular experience. You’re not going home as the same woman you were when you left.

The street that you’ve just turned onto, on your journey back to your dorms, is remarkably less chaotic than the rest and you feel yourself letting out a breath of relief. Finally, you thought you were going to combust from the stress alone. As relieved as you are though, you don’t let down your guard; you’ve been burnt before, thank you very much.

Not even three houses down the street, your reservations are proven right. There is an elderly woman, who appears afflicted with a sickness of some sort if the fluids all over her face are anything to go by, who is sobbing and moping at the base of a tree in what you hope is her front yard. Confronted with the strange situation, a part of you instinctively wants to help her— the other part tells you to turn tail and go down another street because this could be one of those traps where they trick you with a crying child or old lady and then mug you, taking all your money and any candy still surviving in your pockets.

Ultimately, the more empathetic side of you wins out and you hesitantly begin to walk closer to the woman clawing at the tree and screaming about desserts.

“Uh, excuse me ma’am, are you o—”

You don’t even get to finish before there is a sudden series of snaps and cracks from the tree above you and a mass comes hurtling down from the foliage. You scream, the sheer blood-curdling nature making your throat ache, and just about shit yourself as you launch away. Where you stood, a shape smacks into the ground with a hearty thunk that shakes the earth a little beneath your feet. You were right, you’re about to get mugged!

“AHH FUCK WHAT THE FUCK FUCK OFF I KNOW KATANA!”

The mass on the ground groans and you blink, watching with absolute dumbfoundedness as it shifts and suddenly the fattest cat you’ve ever seen is parting from it and running towards the woman in hysterics by the base of the tree. For such an absolute unit, it moves fast, and barely a moment passes before the massive load of a cat is wrapped firmly in the old lady’s arms.

“Pudding,” she weeps into his coat, the cat pinning you and the lump at your feet with an ominous, dead-eyed stare over her shoulder. “Oh my sweet, fat bastard— don’t you ever do that again, okay? Oh my sweet baby—”

She turns, mumbling into the fur of her cat as she begins to depart from the tree and make her way back to the house that you presume to be hers. For a moment you forget about the lump at your feet, until you hear it let out a pathetic whimper.

“My reference and commendation…”

You let out another scream, for some reason not at all expecting it to speak words. When you look down, however, you instantly feel guilty.

The thing that fell from the tree was a man and he landed right on his ass.

“Oh wait holy shit are you okay?!” Now that you’re over your fear of being mugged, you run over to the man and pop a concerned squat next to his curled up form. “What the hell were you doing up there? Did you steal that crazy lady’s cat?!”

The male at your feet groaned, bereft. “No, I was helping her get the cat down. Holy shit, my buns…”

You turn your gaze to his heinie, realising that with how hard he hit the ground he very likely has broken something. God, now that you think about it, he could have broken his tailbone. You have a friend that did that in highschool— it wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t pretty. And the thought that this poor man who fell from the tree and scared the absolute shit out of you might have done the same… oh, you felt for him. He attempted to roll and let out a pathetic groan. Oh yeah, he definitely broke it.

“Wait, don’t move! I think you broke your tailbone when you fell! Don’t move too much.” You hurry to halt him, and all he can muster in response is another sad groan.

“God, I- I can’t see…” he dropped his head against the earth, eyes shut. “The light… it’s growing closer.”

“H-hang on!” You panic, hands flying into the air. “We need to get you help! We need to get you to a hospital! Please don’t go into the light!”

The male groans again, and you flounder— you have to get him to the ER! It’s more serious than you thought. Panicked, you scramble for a way to get him up and mobile. Finally, an idea occurs to you, and you survey the man’s lanky form to try and assess how well it’s going to work out. A grimace finds its way to your face.

You’re going to be so sore later.

x     x

For forty minutes, you carried the long-limbed male on your back like nothing but a pack mule. Twenty minutes of that you spent walking, feeling like that Atlas bitch carrying the heaviest thing imaginable on your back and shoulders; and the other twenty was spent taking (read: waiting for) public transport. By the time you arrived to the hospital and got the man on your back checked in (you learned his name is actually Kim Namjoon and he’s a student, much like you), you felt as though at any second you were going to pass out. You still feel like that, actually, as you sit in the chair along the wall across from the male’s bed, which has the curtains drawn as the doctor inspects him, and attempt to recover. You’re sweaty, and gross, and desperately want a coffee. You even considered slipping some of the paper from the mysterious wad in his back pocket before you realised it isn’t money. You didn’t get to see what was on the papers, since you lost interest as soon as you realised it wasn’t cash.

You don’t get to lament too much about it before the curtains are being hauled back, a brightly smiling man greeting you; the doctor appears just as exuberant and overjoyed as when he first walked in.

“Well, good news and bad news!” he chirps, tucking his clipboard under his arm. His nametag reads Dr. Lee Minhyuk, and you can’t help but think that your new friend Sera would probably be frothing at the mouth at the mere sight of him. You catch sight of Namjoon adjusting himself on the bed behind the doctor, cheeks red.

You send the doctor a probing look, knowing he is waiting for a response. He beams, delighted at your acknowledgement.

“Good news first!” the Dr. Lee clicks his heels together before shifting his stance, gesturing his arm widely to Namjoon. “His tailbone is not broken! Thanks to the uneven distribution of his ass cheeks— ahem, sorry, his buttocks— all of the force of impact was absorbed by the, uh, dominant butt cheek, if you will. His tailbone is fine!”

Namjoon chokes behind him at the words that come out, and a part of you is mortified for him but the rest of you finds that too funny to even begin unpacking everything else yet. One of his ass cheeks really pulled a hard carry and did the lord’s work and absorbed all the impact. The power… A sigh of relief escapes you at the doctor’s words, though, and you go to speak up your relief when the doctor cuts you off.

“Whoops, actually I take that back! That’s the bad news— his tailbone isn’t broken, but it is bruised.” Dr Lee clicks his tongue, taking out his clipboard to scribble something short down. He then turns to Namjoon. “I kind of have to go— since you came in through the ER but this isn’t an actual emergency— but I’ll send a nurse in with directions for you on how to manage this, and after that you’ll be free to go. I recommend not climbing any more trees for a while! Also I hope you don’t sleep on your back, that might be a bit difficult like this.”

With that, he clicks his heels once more before saluting you both, and then he’s striding out of the room, off to tend to actual emergencies, you presume. You’d gotten an earful earlier for bringing him to the ER when it wasn’t a life-or-death emergency, but you stand by your decision.

There are a few long moments of silence in the time after the doctor leaves, and you decide to break it by standing and moving to the table beside his bed, where you’d left your phone like a fool. Avoiding his face (he’s still blushing so it’s a courtesy, but also because while sitting and waiting for the doctor you’d realised he really is quite good looking and your mind is having trouble associating that with the man who fell out of the tree earlier), you reach for the phone amongst the water cups and chocolate wrappers, from when he’d emptied his front pockets. He’s a nervous drinker and a hoarder, it seems.

“Wait,” His hand shoots out, long fingers wrapping around your wrist before you can grab your phone. Your heart jumps, perhaps in fright. You look to him with wide eyes. “I’m gonna need you to sign a non-disclosure about what you just heard.”

“I…” you give him a pained look. “Please, tell me you carry them with you at all times. Please. If you don’t tell me, I really might die.”

Namjoon lets out a great, big sigh, releasing your wrist somewhat petulantly. “I don’t… please hold your tongue until I can print some more.”

More? You’re having a field day with the implication that he has had instances where he’s needed to hand out non-disclosure agreements before, but he seems a little sombre. So instead of mocking him, as per your first instinct, you decide to try and make conversation. You know the nurse is coming soon, but you would feel bad leaving him alone until then. You feel like, having carried him on your back for miles and miles, almost an hour, you’ve really gotten closer and crossed the bridge from strangers to acquaintances.

“So…” you begin, tapping your fingers against your thighs. You search for another nearby chair before grabbing it and pulling it over, flopping down. “What do you study? Where?”

You feel like a new language learner asking questions using only the limited vocab you have, but Namjoon is unphased and answers as though you’d asked him something much more natural.

“CCU,” he says, fingers picking at the threads on his blanket, before he looks up to glance at you. “I’m a music major.”

Surprise filters through you at that, a noise of wonderment escaping before you can really stop it. “Oh! Hey, me too! I think you’re in one of the years above me, though, because I haven’t seen you in any of my classes before.”

Namjoon, who had been somewhat withdrawn and had put up a wall of sorts between you since entering the hospital and regaining control of himself (and a donut cushion to sit on), seems to do an absolute one-eighty at your words. “Oh, your major is music as well? Where are you specialising?”

You tell him with an eager smile, and he responds with one of his own. Just like that, the two of you fall into a conversation that comes much easier than anticipated, talking about your majors and music inside and outside of school. The nurse takes forever and you spend a good amount of time there, just talking to this upperclassmen who happened to fall out of a tree while you were walking past. Eventually, he confides in you about a rough draft of his, something he has really high hopes for. It’s a song called Moonchild, and it’s barely half done but he drums and beat boxes the rough rhythm out for you and you feel your cheeks heat in awe as you listen. That’s amazing, you can’t help but think, and it’s all him. You don’t think you’ve ever liked the demo of a song as much as you like that one.

The afternoon passes with the nurse eventually visiting, and all too soon you’re waiting with the long-legged noodle man at the drop-off and pick-up zone, watching with a note of sadness as a car pulls up and some mint-haired twink that looks vaguely familiar sticks his head out and calls for Namjoon. Namjoon thanks you for your help and bids you farewell, and then he’s climbing into the car with an abrupt wail of pain— he forgot to put his donut down first— before the doors shut and the car is pulling away, disappearing into the dusk and leaving you by your lonesome. You stand a few minutes, before letting out a huff and turning to leave yourself.

The whole way home, and throughout the rest of the week, you can’t help but think about the beautiful tune of moonchild and how it rings serenely through your mind when your thoughts quieten just enough. You hope you get to hear it again, someday; you hope you get to hear it when it’s finally completed and Namjoon’s name is on the credits.

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Magic Bullet Part 2/ Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: I'm finally getting a chance to post this part! I've started working a full time job so I haven't been able to write, but during this time, after I post this fic, I will start posting my AU fic because I no longer have access to the show right now. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: violence

Italics= inner dialogue

"Italics with quotation marks"= lyrics

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Stiles' POV

As Scott and Derek leave, Charli and I stay to clean up. I finish mopping as she finishes wiping down the table. I empty the bucket, clean myself up and head out to Roscoe when I see Charli ahead of me.

"Charli, wait up!" I call out, stopping her in her tracks as I jog over to her. I speak again. "Hey…" 

"Hey…" she answers back. 

"You were uh… you were pretty amazing back there. What with the research, and protecting me from Derek, even willing to cut off Derek's arm if Scott didn't arrive on time even though you're squeamish like me." I praise shyly, rubbing the back of my neck. 

"Just trying to help Scott." She assures me. 

"Yeah, but the way you handled everything, the way you just took charge, that was just… I can't even describe it. It was incredible!" I tell her, making her chuckle as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

Everything she does is so beautiful…

I look down, take a deep breath, and then look at her again. I'm about to say something when her phone starts ringing. She answers and walks away as I turn around to give her privacy. Is it really possible to have a crush on two girls? Am I being greedy? Does this make me a bad person? Am I overthinking this? I'm probably overthinking right? Yeah I'm totally overthinking--

"Stiles?" I suddenly hear Charli call out. 

"Huh?" 

"My dad called me and  he needs me home but my car was giving out on the way here, would you give me a ride home?" 

"Oh, ye--yeah. Totally." I answer back. I walk over and open the passenger door for her. She hops in and I hop into the driver side, start up the Jeep and head to our houses. 

As we drive down the road, 'Lucky' by Jason Mraz and Colbie Calliet was playing, making the moment kind of awkward. 

"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend"

I'm in love with my best frien--" 

My heart for yo--"

I switch the station only to have the  'Way I Feel Inside' by the Zombies come one. 

"Should I try to hide, the way I feel inside my heart for yo--"

Next station.

"But I'm falling in love

"How do I tell the love of my life, I'm in love with my best frien--"

Are you freaking kidding me? Moving on.

"I can't fight this feeling anymor--"

Stop it! Next. 

"But I'm falling in love with the best friend--"

Unbelievable! 

"We've known each other for a long long time, but I never really noticed all the magic in your eyes--"

So much panic right now!

"Accidentally in love--"

I just shut off the radio. I must've been obvious with my frustrations because Charli looked over at me with concern on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, putting her hand on mine that was resting on my gear shift. 

I look down, then at her hand, then back to her. When we make eye contact she quickly removes her hand with a red flush to her cheeks. She's so cute... The drive stays quiet until we reach my driveway. I turn off the car and look at her. 

"So… what was it like punching Derek?" I ask.

She half smiles. "It felt good. He's a jerk who deserved it. I don't care if he was in pain, he was horrible and I'm not okay with that." She answers, playing with her zipper on her jacket and occasionally making eye contact. 

"You really don't like him do you?" I ask.

"It's more like I don't trust him." 

"Yeah, but Scott needs him." 

"Not necessarily…" she trails off.

I look at her confused. "What do you mean?" 

She sighs. "I'm saying that, he doesn't really need Derek, just us."

"You really think we could help him?" 

"Sure, I mean we helped him figure out what he was, I'm sure we could help him control his abilities." 

She makes a good point.

"I'm all for it if you help." I tell her. 

"Really?" She asks.

"Yeah. I mean, why not?"

She nods. "Okay, I guess we'll be his teachers." 

"I guess so." I agree, smiling.

She smiles back. There's a short moment of silence.

"Well, guess I'll text you later?" She asks.

"Yeah, text me later." I reply back. 

"Well, goodnight then." She smiles as she gets out. 

"Goodnight…" I trail off as she gets out. I watch her as she walks away, watching her ponytail sway to the rhythm of her walk. God, she's fucking perfect…

I get out of Roscoe and go inside for the night. I don't bother to change, I just lay in my bed and think about Charli. I think about how to help Scott gain control of his abilities. I also think about how Derek is terrifying, but yet Charli was willing to beat the shit out of him just to protect me. There's definitely something off about her… yet it doesn't bother me in the slightest...

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Charli's POV 

I look around to see that my dad wasn't home yet. Must be another late night at the office…

I take off my shoes and toss them by the door and start trudging up the stairs towards my room. As I turn my bedroom light on, I hear a voice.

"So I'm guessing he doesn't know?" 

I quickly turn towards the direction of the voice, fists up, ready to fight a bitch. I see Derek sitting on the edge of my bed, elbows resting on his knees and has an eyebrow raised at me. 

"Derek! What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you even get into my house?" I interrogate.

"Your window was open…" he replies."We need to talk…" he continues.

I gotta start remembering to lock that window…

"Wh--what about?" I ask, not putting my fists down just yet. 

"About what you are… and most importantly what you want with Scott." 

I put my hands down slowly and start taking off my jacket. I hang it over my computer chair and walk closer to him with my arms across my chest. 

"You already know what I am, why talk about it?" 

"Because it's pretty suspicious how you just got here and are suddenly all buddy-buddy with Scott after he was bitten." He stands up to face me. 

"That's just a coincidence… however, what I want from him is what I already have, which is his friendship. I really need that." 

"Lonely after you killed you mom I take it?" He asks sarcastically, putting his hands in his coat pockets. 

"What did you just say?" I ask defensively.

"Isn't that why you won't tell Stiles what you are? Because you think he'll realize you're a killer and won't want you around?" He continues. Before he can speak again, I grab him by his jacket and slam him against the closet door, shattering the mirrors that the doors were made of. 

"How do you even know about that?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Word gets around… You think you're the only vampire to come to Beacon Hills?" He answers nonchalantly. "Everyone knows you did it, they just won't say anything because of your dad." He continues.

"You take that back!" I threaten through gritted teeth. Claws out, fangs out and eyes glowing. 

"Or what, you'll kill me like you killed her? Perfect, then Stiles will know who you truly are…" he smirks. 

"Oh trust me, he'll be thanking me for killing you. Everyone will…" I shoot back. 

"You had your chance to do that back at the clinic… why wait until now?" 

"Because now you have a fair chance to get your ass kicked…" I retort. 

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands up in surrender. I slowly retract my claws and fangs back as I walk back slowly. He tugs his jacket back into place and starts heading for the bedroom door. After he places his hand on the knob, he looks back at me. 

"Y'know, despite the fact that you nearly killed me twice tonight, I won't tell Stiles what I know…" he states. 

"Why's that?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

Because you should be the one to do so." 

I point at my door and reply. "Get out…" he opens the door and walks out, but not before some parting words. 

"Oh, and one more thing Charli…" 

I look at him one last time for tonight. "... don't think for a second that he hasn't already googled your last name and realized it means bloodsucker in Hungarian."

"Bye!" I exclaim loudly, ready to throw a book at that stupid smirk on his face. He closes the door and leaves. Mangy mutt…

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~Crüe AU writings 18~

LAST CHAPTER, BABIES!! I hope you’ve enjoyed this sordid little tale~ It’s been soooo much fun to write~ Until the next story!! =3

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~VAMPIRE AU Part 18~

Summary: Now fully back to his senses, Nikki is eager for payback. (told from Nikki’s POV)

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It feels good to have my own mind back. I feel like I’ve been in a fog for fuck knows how long..and it was all because of him. As my rage builds I feel my my fangs and my nails extend. I’m gonna do to him exactly what I did to Shitstain. Unfortunately I didn’t take into account that his Entourage would be outside guarding the room. “What are you doing out of bed?” one asks. “The Master wants you to rest.” another one says. I’ve had enough of these bitches. “Well I’m done doing what ‘the Master’ wants. Get out of my way...or I’ll go through you.” As expected they don’t like hearing that. They close in on me ready to tear me apart. Until a bunch of guys in white suits and shades stop them. What the fuck? 

“He’s the one, Mistress.” 

The white suited guys hold the red leather chicks back to let through a stern looking woman also dressed in white. A guy with long, dark curly hair points me out to her. Okay now I’m freaked out. “What the hell do you want?” She glares at me.

“You will hold your sharp tongue when speaking to an Elder..or risk having it removed.”

I shut up right away. I dunno who she is but I’m damn sure I don’t wanna cross her. She gets right in my face and narrows her eyes. “Of course Thomas would fall for someone like you.” 

“Thomas..?”

“My son.” 

Then it hits me. “Y-you’re Tommy’s mom..” 

“You are not as dim-witted as you look. Where is he?” 

“I..I dunno..but this place has a prison in the basement. He might be--” The guy beside her interrupts me. “They are there, Mistress..with Neil.” Her eyes flash red. “Then we must make haste.” She turns to the guys in white while grabbing my arm. “Get rid of them..and rejoin me when you are done. You are coming with me.” 

“Okay okay I’m not gonna say no to you.”  

As we go further down the stairs we can hear loud snarling. Wolves. One black and one gold, biting and slashing at each other with their claws. Tommy’s mom grabs the gold wolf with her bare hands and throws it back against the opposite wall. Fuck!! How powerful is she?! 

“You dare attack my son?!” 

Just the strength of her voice nearly annihilates my eardrums! But the guy beside me is completely unaffected. Guess he must be used to it. He goes over to the black wolf. “It’s gonna be alright now, Tommy..I told you I’d bring help.” If that’s Tommy then where’s..?

“Over here, kid..” 

Mick is still in the cell sitting on the ground. Neil was probably gonna try to get rid of Tommy first since he’d put up more of a fight. Fuckin’ coward. “Glad..to see you’re okay..” I smile. “I am..thanks to you.” He chuckles. “Nah, that was all you. All I did was yell at ya.” I open a vein in my wrist so he can drink from me. “Never been happier that you’re a nagging old bastard~” 

Tommy, back in his human form gets up from the ground. “Mother!! I thought you couldn’t make it!!” 

“John informed me your life was in danger. I could not remain idle.” 

“Heh..thanks. You always did have good timing~” 

Now that Neil had changed back as well he groans and tries to sit up. “E-Elder..I..” She’s havin’ none of his shit. She grabs him by the neck and lifts him up. “You will be silent!! I know of all of your misdeeds, Vince Neil. You have violated the Order’s commandments and you shall suffer the consequences. Your title of Master is now forfeit. You will be stripped of your power and cast into exile!!” The utter fear in his eyes makes me smirk. “No, Elder..no!! Please just kill me..I’d rather die!!” She only tightens her grip. “Death? No. Death would be the easy way out. You will live with your shame. Your humiliation. If you choose death, it will have to be at your own hand.” Fuck no. He’s not leavin’ before I get a piece of him. “Here..have a nice parting gift.” I dig my nails directly into his fuckin’ eyes and drag them all the way down the length of his body. Slowly. His shrieks are music to my ears~

“MY FACE!!!!” 

Is this guy serious? I roll my eyes. “Suck it up, bitch. They’ll heal.” The guys in white come in, grab him and take him away, his shrieks still echoing down the hallway. Good fuckin’ riddance. Tommy’s mom just calmly straightens her suit jacket. “Come. Let us be away from here.”

~EPILOGUE~ 

Been a few months, but things finally seem to be back to normal. Mick and I ditch his old apartment and get a place in West Hollywood together. Somebody’s gotta look after the old man..might as well be me~ Tommy takes over Neil’s old mansion after his mom appoints him the new Vampire Master. Fuuuck, did that ever ruffle some feathers, but I’d like to see anyone try to disagree with her. “It will give him a sense of responsibility.” she said. Heh..yeah right~ From what I’ve seen he’s still the same guy I met in that Haven all those months ago~ He even converted the prison in the basement into his own private nightclub where he DJs outrageous parties every weekend. Mick and I go sometimes. We have a few drinks. Feed on some hot chicks. The usual Vampire shit~ It was slow going after everything that went down but Tommy and I are closer than ever now. He still can’t get me onto the dance floor but he can get me into the bedroom no problem~ 

I’m Nikki fuckin’ Sixx..and this is my life~

~END~